Blackened blood that stains this bed
My sweet addiction I thee wed
You will work

I will win
I will drink in all your sin
Till gallon drunk I hit the ground

Your reason rhymes with pence & pounds
Money makes morality
Your dividends

My decency

Your cheapest cut is sweet corrosion

The interest due is never frozen
Pass the bill
Have your thrill

There's a pill for all your ills

You will condemn

I'll convert
You will preach
I will pervert


Lay on your face
And beg

That the mercy of god
Will come upon you