Oh man, I never cease to be amazed,
in all my dealings with your craven kind,
how worthlessly a human soul's appraised;
how heedlessly the gruesome pact is signed.
Some swap for youth and money – power too;
the fleeting glories of a mortal coil.
Eternal youth's a common theme, that's true;
revenge; and pretty virgins to despoil.
These bargains seem so frivolous to me:
a game of cards? A doughnut? What the Hell?
I find your aspirations so bizarre!
Except, of course, the strong desire to be
that worthy favoured of my clientele:
a fucking God at playing rock guitar.
|This is totes how Jimmy Page got started.|