If you think, that by selling your soul to me,
Is the way to get rich, it ain't,
You'll have to become, a Devil yourself,
In the garb, of a modern Saint.
"It's the fashionable way, to play the game,
Of hypocritical spoof,
You have only to tailor your saintly robe,
To cover your tell tale hoof,
You have only to hypnotise mankind,
And teach them, to gaze on high,