Lyrics:

 

If you travel down south, you’ll find a hole,

that’s where the man is who sold his soul.

He grinds his teeth and rattles his bones.

That’s where the man is who sold his soul.

 

But he’s got cash.

And he’s got status.

And he’s buried so deep,

beneath his greed.

 

With all of the money in the whole wide world,

in his Devil-Hole.

He grinds his teeth and rattles his bones,

in his Devil-Hole.