Well, shut your mouth boy.
You put your foot in it this time.
There’s no one to blame but you when you’re down to your last dime, ‘cause honesty’s the best poverty and liars already won the lottery.
You get what you pay for and I got a mouth full of knuckle.
Forget forgiveness and break out the belt and the buckle, ‘cause what we need is a few good martyrs.
Bleeding hearts could you bleed a bit harder? There ain’t no big score to hope and pray for.
You get what you pay for and take what you don’t.
Put on your shame face, the guilty party has started.
Tie up the good noose for the nearly departed, ‘cause only the good die young now.
The rest of us stay here and get the job done now.
There ain’t no big score to hope and pray for.
You get what you pay for and take what you don’t.