Bianca Casady & The C.i.A - Poor Deal lyrics

My father made a deal with the devil He promised to give me away If the devil made him rich and handsome He thought it was a small price to pay So the devil, he come to get me But my tears were way too salty So he said — “Cut off her hands Cut 'em off clear And I'll be back next tuesday” Oh my poor mother, she cried buckets And then she mopped the kitchen floor She begged my daddy “call it all off” She begged him — He said “When you deal with the devil The deal is done”... My mother said “babe we're leaving Pack your bag Hush, don't say a word While your pa's out late drinking We'll make like winter birds We can take a plane, we can take a train, we can take a car Far from here We better make haste There's no time to waste Before the devil gets here” The first time I met him He was wearing a blue suit My mother recalled me As I laced up my boot — He gave me a jar of bu*terflies And oh how my heart fluttered by It flew past the graves of The lady hearts he's slain But oh how I can't imagine things so profane I don't need your nicknacks I don't need none of that Just give me all the warmth That your soul can afford — So he gave me a ring and he made me his thing We can take a train, we can take a car, we can take a plane Far from here We can take a train, we can take a car, we can take a plane (Far from here) We better make haste There's no time to waste Before the devil gets here We better make haste There's no time to waste Before the devil gets here If God and the devil are the same Then who is your daddy now?