One, two
One, two, three, four

Sold my soul again.
Needed funds, so I sold my soul again.
The job I've got is scamming widows and old men.
And I don't care if they've little dough to spend.

Sold my soul again.
Cold calls placed from five p.m. till ten.
Sellin' things that I would never recommend.
And I'm so base 'cause I sold my soul again.

Sold my soul again,
With a scam so shifty people don't see my game.
Even con some friends,
Persisting when the marks keep spurning my claims and my shame...

Is conning fools to spend.
I lost my faith 'cause I sold my soul again.
Just like a thug, I get amused when I offend.
And I feel great when I'm on the phone again.

Sold my soul again.
With a scam so fishy, people fall for my bait.
Then I reel 'em in.
Resisting doesn't work, I jerk and gyrate and my fate's...

To have my soul condemned
To that place where the dev'lish souls are sent,
Down to that furnace where it's useless to repent.
And I'm so lame 'cause I sold my soul again.
Yeah, endless pain 'cause I sold my soul again.