The (Wages Of The) Original Sin


Workin’-long, workin’-hard, under a firm thumb-screw.
Eat, sleep ‘n’ slave I barely see half as much of you.
Up-at-rise, back-a’-night, feel like I’m twice my age,
but I’ve bin thinkin’ ’bout you since I pocketed my wage.

I’m overdue some skin-on-skin,
all-in bets play to win-win.

Workin’ hard gettin’ paid:
the wages of the original sin.

Private room, hourly rate, so glad you let me in,
Feel my way, thru white lace, red light shadows dancin’ sin.
Saved-ma-brass, felt-it-burn, watch it melt in your fist.
ev’ry coin cost blood ‘n’ sweat I’m sure you’ll get my gist.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

We can sell it how we want to,
but we only kid ourselves.
We waste our lives a-slavin’,
pavin’ a golden road to Hell.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©6.9.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

Workin’long, workin’hard, I got too much to do,
Up-at-rise, back-a’-night, dead on my tired soles/feet,
Up-at-rise, back-a’-night, ache like I’m half-dead
but I’ve bin thinkin’ ’bout you since I pocketed my bread
ev’ry coin, ev’ry note, gonna make sure you (y)earn.
Saved-ma-brass, felt-it-burn, watch it melt in your hand,
ev’ry coin cost blood ‘n’ sweat I’m sure you understand.
We all toil/spend our lives slavin’,
to pave the road to Hell.
all-in bets ‘cos it’s only win-win.
Feel my way to white lace, red light shadows dance within.


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