All you folks think you own my life
   But you never made any sacrifice
   Demons they are on my trail
   I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell
   I look to the left I look to the right
   There're hands that grab me on every side
  
   All you folks think I got my price
   At which I'll sell all that is mine
   You think money rules when all else fails
   Go sell your soul and keep your shell
   I'm trying to protect what I keep inside
   All the reasons why I live my life
  
   Some say the devil be a mystical thing
   I say the devil he a walking man
   He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
   He try to tell you what you want
   Try to tell you what you need
  
   Standing at the point
   The road it cross you down
   What is at your back
   Which way do you turn
   Who will come ot find you first
   Your devils or your gods
  
   All you folks think you run my life
   Say I should be willing to comprimise
   I say all you demons go back to hell
   I'll save my soul save myself