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, it`s the Boss`s day off
And I realized then that the wages of sin
The wages of sin, the price that you pay
Is worrying and fretting every second of the day
If Heaven is guilt, no entry and no show
Then I`m not sure if I really, Oh
The wages of sin, the reward of fear
Is worrying and fretting every second of the year
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
Pray for broken line
© Copyright: Алессандро Дел Руно, 2010
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