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