Hell Paid Me in Gold

Coins hit the bar like thunder in a jar… I smiled so hard the neon cracked.

Signed that pact in gasoline, Lit it with a match and a guilty grin. Devil said, “Boy, you finally bold.” I said, “Count it up—pay me in gold.”

Every promise that I broke, Every prayer I turned to smoke— I wear ‘em like a tailored sin, Coffin-cut and needle-thin.

Hell paid me in gold, Cold coins where my heart should be. They shine, but they don’t glow, They clink like a chain on me. Hell paid me in gold— I spent it on thunder and spite. Got rich off the parts of my soul You can’t buy back with light.

Suit don’t wrinkle, bones don’t tire, Walk through town like a walking wire. Preacher blinked, the sky went black, I shook his doubt with a dead man’s laugh.

Truth is cheap till it’s weighed in blood— Then every lie hits like a flood.

Hell paid me in gold, Cold coins for a hotter sin. They stack like a verdict’s toll, And they burn my name in skin. Hell paid me in gold— I keep ‘em like loaded dice. If Heaven won’t take my kind, I’ll buy my way through night.

Yeah, I traded shade for shine, Grave-dirt kiss for a serpentine line. You call it curse—I call it proof: Every king wears his own noose.

Left side mercy, right side hate, Both hands heavy—both feel great.

Hell paid me in gold, And the devil tipped his hat. Said, “Son, you’re everything A bargain boy should be at that.” Hell paid me in gold— Now the night keeps what it stole. I’m rich with a bankrupt heart… But I still own the road.

Clink, clink… That’s the sound of what I chose.

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