Verse 1:

Down at the crossroads where the three rivers meet

There’s a man in a suit with a smile that’s too sweet

He’s looking for talent, he’s looking for fire

He’s got a contract that’ll take you much higher.

Verse 2:

He says, "Give me your rhythm and give me your soul

And I’ll put your name on the platinum roll

I’ll give you the world in a silver-lined box

But I’m the one holding the keys to the locks."

Chorus:

Welcome to the market, the market of souls

Where the cost of the glory takes its heavy tolls

You can barter your heart for a moment of fame

But the devil's the one who’ll remember your name.

Verse 3:

I looked at his paper and I looked at his pen

I thought of the freedom of the mountain and glen

I’d rather be hungry and singing for free

Than trading the truth of the person in me.

Bridge:

No deal! I shouted as I walked from the light

I’m keeping my spirit for the rest of the night

My songs aren't for sale to a man in a tie

I’d rather just trade them with the birds in the sky.

Verse 4:

He vanished in smoke with a disappointed scowl

As the wind in the hollow began a low howl

I’m back in the village with a lute in my hand

The richest poor man in the whole of the land.

Chorus:

Welcome to the market, the market of souls

Where the cost of the glory takes its heavy tolls

You can barter your heart for a moment of fame

But the devil's the one who’ll remember your name.