The wages of sin is death
The wages of sin is death
I saw you slinking down at the wash
I knew right then that all of us was lost
I knew you would be leaving us so soon
The wages of sin is death
The wages of sin is death
God will pour his wrath upon thee
His eyes hath beholden through me
Buttercream statue off the highway, arms wide
Buttercream statue off the highway, arms wide
The wages of sin is death
The wages of sin is death
I forsake these digs
I forsake thee, foolish friends
Hell is real and death is not the end
Hell is real and death is not the end
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