No Bold Villain in Timber Timbre

You're no bold villain
You're bought and sold
And to have a soul mate
You need a soul
Not born of men
But some bald mother moon
One of us is not normal
And it might not be you

I was a spook for you
Another ghoul
I was a fool for you
Another stool pigeon
I was the kid
See, she was the clown
And you took north
When things when south

But you're no bold villain
You're bought and sold
And to have a soul mate
You need a soul
Not born of men
But some bald mother moon
One of us is not normal
And it might not be you