A man sells a soul for a bottle of wine But that's okay if it calms him down Just a little bit He wanders home Plugs his mind into the dome Before he Looks around and sees that soul was his Cons are flying From the man in red The devil told him just to look around the town Till you See the one whose spirit matters least A body such as that Holds little worth to all the rest But in my line of work he'll be a feast Come on over You look so famished my old friend In a dark and dirty doorway You found one doomed to fail Who had lost not only money But confidence as well So you picked him off And I sent him down to hell But you didn't see, that soul was just yourself Ever since I've been your savior You've dared to speak my name Ever since I've been your savior You've dared to live mundane If you beg you can't choose This train don't stop just for you If you beg you can't choose Sing The Dying Blue