(Originally Written May 4, 2003)
Belgian Soul
There's a hole in the back of my head
About the size of a shotgun shell
I'm floating above my body so I can see it well
To the right there is this blinding light
To the left just eternal dark.
It's a ghost, no, an angel
And the devil himself
Placing bets upon my soul
Apparently Gabriel and old Lou have a running bet
And my soul just might square the debt.
I was neither good nor bad, for or against
I guess I was just a Belgian Soul
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