Gods ain't gonna help you son You'll be sorry for what you done Them gods gonna hurt you son When you play with a loaded gun When you play with a loaded gun
They ain't gonna catch you when you fall You'll be pleading while you're bleeding
They ain't gonna hear ya son Don't care about what you done They ain't gonna help you son You'll be sorry for what you done Be sorry for what you done
Old Pyth, cranky old bull Make you sorry for what you done
Hense, in a black veil Gonna prick you for what you done
Roathus got you empty got you weeping for what you done
(I say?) Mother, lonely old gal Tear your heart out for what you done Tear your heart out for what you done
They ain't gonna catch you when you fall you'll be pleading while you're bleeding
Them gods gonna hurt you son You'll be sorry for what you done You'll be sorry for what you done
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