Let's go get out in the street
With somebody's daughter
Let's get the stars to align
Before lamb's a slaughter
In the photograph
Their eyes make a signal path
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
Mmmm, don't if feel like Friday night?
Cars are all lined up
Let it go push you around
Aww, what's it amount to?
Cardsharks and Street Preachers
Want my soul
Upsellers and Palm Readers
Want my soul
Post-sermon Socialites
Park Chanters and Skin Tights
All they want's my soul
Yeah, they want my soul
In the photograph
Your eyes make a signal path
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
Let's go lose track of time
Somebody's gotta
Let's get the stars to align
Before lamb's a slaughter
Educated Folk Singers
Want my soul
Jonothan Fisk still
Wants my soul
I got nothing I wanna say
They got nothing, nothing I want
All they want's my soul
Yes, yes, I know
They want my soul
They want my soul, oh, why?
Oooh, my soul, oh, why?
They want my soul, oh, why?
They want my soul