Little Jack Melody & His Young Turks Thirty Pieces Of Silver
I've got a tale
I keep it with my secrets
My lips are sealed
And there's no whiskey that will set 'em free
But I will tell my tale for thirty pieces of silver
I've got some friends
They're way down in my pocket
It's buttoned shut
They mean as much as all the world to me
But you can have my friends for thirty pieces of silver
Come on, step over here, gonna make you a deal
I'm not gonna trade, beg, borrow, or steal
Gonna do you a favor, no way you can lose
Just make me the offer that I can't refuse
I've got a soul
I keep it in the mirror
I left it there
It's everything that it's cracked up to be
But you can have my soul for thirty pieces of silver
Come on, step over here, gonna make you a deal
I'm not gonna trade, beg, borrow, or steal
Gonna do you a favor, no way you can lose
Just make me the offer that I can't refuse
I've got a dream
It's way up in the attic
And moth and dust
Can't get beyond my special lock and key
But you can have my dream for thirty pieces of silver
