Not for you

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