Ooh little sinner
Hit your sinner's road
No more hests over here
No more bless no more
Hit your road sinner
Wherever you can run to, son
Pain is kind of the mirror
Of what your soul can ransom
Where are you gonna hide, boy
If the sun decides to rise
Where are you gonna draw joy
If there're no deeds to earn pride
Where are you gonna run to
If there is no way home
Where are you gonna fly to
Being under the dome
What are you gonna live for
From the birth which you're bound to
The righteous or bible whore
In the end They have the same route
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