Danielle Miraglia: Song Lyrics & Clips

Sell My Soul - Danielle Miraglia 2005

I got mac n’ cheese, shit box cars
Freedbird yellers and trashy bars
Rusted strings on my guitar
I’m stuck in traffic on dreamer’s road
I see life size Barbies pedaling Pepsi
Rock n’ roll killers on MTV
They got romance, grammies and rosy cheeks
It’s gotta be more than who you know

Pull up the black Limozine
Dig me from this hole
Start up the drum machine
I’m ready to sell my soul

These sour grapes will grow ripe and sweet
And my back up dancers will feed em’ to me
The ones who used to ignore me will be at my feet
Cause they heard me on the radio
I won’t make em’ think too much
Just a quick fix dime store sugar rush
I’ll slap it on a plate and watch em’ swallow it up
And say, “Hope you enjoyed the show”

Make me a pop karaoke singer
Stuff me in that mold
Go on and prick my finger
I’m ready to sell my soul

Gonna sell my soul and I won’t miss it a bit
Except maybe when it’s cold and when the holidays hit
On the devil’s payroll I won’t struggle one more day
Throw me to the coals the heavens didn’t want me anyway

I was found but now I’m lost
I want my records dipped in gold
Show me where the roads cross
I’m ready to sell my soul