o come all you sinners
with guilt fit to burst
lets go down to the river
and see who is the worst
let us stand up and testify
and write a message across the sky
about all our evil schemes and tricks
and how we wanted to get our kicks
kicks, man, that's all there is
not fame or money or show biz
or christmas dinner or apple pie
or scratching your head and wondering why
we're riding through the endless night
not even putting up a fight
tossing here a nickel and there a dime
in the tin cup of borrowed time
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