I've Gotta Sell My Soul

I've gotta sell my soul, again On the corner of some sidewalk And forget my father's arms And his hurt eyes, and his pet-talk And my mother's vocal alarms Shouting the night air is cold and bleak It's too cold, baby, come back home, honey We can support you, you can eat and sleep We can forgive you come back home, baby But I've got to sell my soul, again & again In the rain, in the rain, in the rain, Because I need to get loaded I don't care for priests and saints I don't need saving from my sin…. Because sin, it pays for my gin I just need to get loaded out of my mind And not to be told how to begin again I've gotta sell my soul, again Just as the night follows the day I need that dark side of the moon I need to find a whisky fire breath of a man Who can pay for the motel room by the hour? Because I've gotta get loaded, and I've finished I've finished, I've finished with finishing-school I'm old enough to make my own, make mistakes I'm old enough to be my own, fool But father I still need your arms and pet-talks And mother I still need your worried grace Shouting the night air is cold and bleak High and vocal alarms in a shrill That sends a shiver, a chill down my spine Because one day soon I just might change my mind.