The devil laughs on his throne He'll sell you silver for your handful of gold That old analogy folds You can't strike a deal if you don't have a soul Music lawyers, waste of money Club promoters, full of shit This was never for the money That's right it's not for you The devil laughs on his throne He counts the nickels to the dollars he stole Warm blood in the pen that he holds You can't strike a deal if you don't have a soul Audiences fucking get it Blowing minds at six p.m. Keep your handshakes and your hugs All we want are your fucking drugs Yeah i said it Yeah i meant it We took your shit for all these years This one's for us, it's Not for you