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