

(hmmmm) (ahhhh) The signpost split in the sulfur air
No shadow fell though the moon was bare
I heard the hum of a wire fence
That's where the dust and the dark commence
Oh, the crossroads call by a different name
When you trade your soul for a losing game (yeah)
A figure stood where the dirt was cold
With teeth of iron and eyes of gold
He didn't speak but I felt the ink
Of every word that he made me think
Oh, the crossroads call by a different name
When you trade your soul for a losing game (oh-oh-oh)
No
shadow fell... (hmmmm)