Black dog bit through the keeper’s chain
Small and angry when the Devil came
Sold my soul like a pocket knife
There was no moon, there’ll be no milk as sweet
Tomcat curled on a rabbit cage
Brittle fingers in the potter’s clay
Sold my soul and I laid her down
There was no moon, there’ll be no milk as sweet
Blue bird laughs on a fallen tree
Sunset burns on a quiet sea
Sold my soul and they ran me down
There was no moon, there’ll be no milk as sweet
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