WAGES OF SIN
Written by A. Littlewood

You took my money, blew it away
You stole my freedom then threw it back in my face
You took everything
It’s time to collect your wages of sin

Hocking my guitar, now that wasn’t nice
Down at the pawnshop, did you get a good price?
It’s time to begin
So come and collect your wages of sin

I know I should try my best to forget
But time ain’t no healer, the remedy sweet revenge
I’ve got a feeling it won’t be long
You’ll come back when the money’s gone

Don’t bring me excuses, don’t tell me no lies
Accept the punishment, it’s an eye for an eye
I’ll say it again 
Just come and collect your wages of sin
Come on boy, take the punishment boy

I know I’ll be strong when that day swings around
You’ll watch me laughing as you’re falling to the ground
Let’s make a wager, a sure fire bet
You’ll be filled with remorse, regret

Don’t bring those excuses, of course you were wrong
I don’t need pity; I found a way to get along
One day I will win
When you come and collect your wages of sin
That’s right