The Wages Of Sin" by The Rainmakers from _Tornado_

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I was praying last night when an angel broke the line

She said "I'm gonna have to put you on hold for a time"

I said "Hold like Hell, let me talk to the Boss"

She said "Sorry sucker (sinner), it's the Boss's day off"

And I realized then that the wages of sin

Was two bucks an hour and working weekends



I was ignoring the thief who was lashed to the cross

He cried "Help me get this son-of-a-bitch off"

I said "I would if I could, I can't so I won't

Well I wouldn't want you messing your hair up, so don't"

And I realized then that the wages of sin

Was all the lumber you can carry, all the nails you can bend



The wages of sin, the price that you pay

Is worrying and fretting every second of the day

If Heaven is guilt, no sex and no show

Then I'm not sure if I really want to go, Oh



The wages of sin, the reward of fear

Is worrying and fretting every second of the year

The Church and the State, your God and Countrykind

One gets your body, the other gets your mind



Mary, Mary Magdalene, how 'bout a date?

You've been wasting your time staying up so late

Your boyfriend's dead, the word is you're a whore

Just about then I heard a knock on the door

And I realized then that the wages of sin

Was a bad reputation and too many friends



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