Lyrics by: Rory Winston

Late in life
Faust sold his house
He had a date
With the Brothers Warner
They said, act in Time
Or sing like Brian
Selling out for fame and fortune

Well, well, well
Souls don't sell
No room in hell
Well, hell's been hell
You can tell

"... For good" -
What good is it?
When the devil doesn't want to buy
There's really nothing left to try
Who'd have thought the deal would go bad?

And that was how
Hell had gone sour
Brian was Marilyn
Mickey killed Mallory

Faust had no clout
Hell threw him out
He count maintain
The rate of exchange

Well, well, well
Souls don't sell
No room in hell
Well, hell's been hell
You can tell

"... For good" -
What good is it?
When the devil doesn't want to buy
There's really nothing left to try
Who'd have thought the deal would go bad?