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Various Artists The Mystery Of Edwin Drood Soundtrack Wages Of Sin Crime don't pay, that's wot I tells `em If it did, would I be here? Mixing pipes, wot then I sells `em For a pint of rotten beer Throats you cut to pocket thruppence Or you slut to cop some sleep Bash a face for bleedin' tuppence Pure disgrace to work so cheap So I say, "Don't be a sinner, For the price of London Gin. You can't pay for one square dinner With the wages of sin." Sell my soul? Cor love come off it. Who would buy this sack of skin? On the whole there's greater profit Than the wages of sin. Than the wages of sin. I've seen girls from gutter families Trap rich men with fluttery ways, And they coo "Cor pass the jam please." Over nuptial breakfast trays Over there in bed eleven Sleeps a bleedin' hypocrite Spends his days eyes cast to heaven, Spends his nights amongst this shit. S'why I say, "Don't take half measures, Do things right, and dig right in." For this world has greater treasures Than the wages of sin. I get threats, but seldom offers. If I did, I'd pack it in. You can't fill that many coffers With the wages of sin With the wages of sin |
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