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