Gods ain't gonna help you son
You'll be sorry for what you done
Them gods gonna hurt you son
When you play with a loaded gun
When you play with a loaded gun
They ain't gonna catch you when you fall
You'll be pleadin' while you're bleedin'
They ain't gonna hear you son
Don't care 'bout what you done
They ain't gonna help you son
You'll be sorry for what you done
Be sorry for what you done
Old pyth, cranky old bull
Make you sorry for what you done
Hence in a black veil
Gonna prick you for what you done
Roathus got you empty
Got you weepin' what you done
I say mother
Lonely old gal
Tear your heart out for what you done
Tear your heart out for what you done
They ain't gonna catch you when you fall
You'll be pleadin' while you're bleedin'
Gods ain't gonna help you son
You'll be sorry for what you done
Them gods gonna hurt you son
You'll be sorry for what you done
You'll be sorry for what you done
Thank you
