A month ago I was drinking in the bar and met an old man from the far south, who told me this strange story... So listen, man...

Long time ago I was walking home alone, Raising brown dust, Looking just like evil rust.

"Well, I know a lot of stories, beginning this way," - I thought.

In the middle of the road Stood a giant dreadful goat, Smoking there a black cigar, And said, he wanted my guitar.

"Actually, the old man was too drunk, so I didn't believe him, but he went on..."

Little demon's got no soul

"After these words everyone in the bar exploded with laghter, but suddenly the old man's eyes went black, and he smiled, baring his white sharp teeth. Nobody saw that, just me. I know that it sounds like some Tenacious D crap, man, but I fucking swear, he told me:"

Little boy, I've got no soul

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