I'd sell my soul to the devil for a quarter no less
or twenty-five cents if he has the change
did anyone bother to tell the men in robes
that it was all a ploy

to give America

a sense of pride  a sense of worth  a sense of themselves and a sense of  something besides themselves

I wonder did anyone let them in
but wonder too late
the demand batters my brain but
I will not supply
I died before my time and
sold my soul to the devil for ten cents