The Wages Of Sin Songtext

I was praying last night when an angel broke the line She said "I'm gonna have to put you on hold for a time" I said "Hold like Hell, let me talk to the Boss" She said "Sorry sucker (sinner), it's the Boss's day off" And I realized then that the wages of sin Was two bucks an hour and working weekends I was ignoring the thief who was lashed to the cross He cried "Help me get this son-of-a-bitch off" I said "I would if I could, I can't so I won't Well I wouldn't want you messing your hair up, so don't" And I realized then that the wages of sin Was all the lumber you can carry, all the nails you can bend The wages of sin, the price that you pay Is worrying and fretting every second of the day If Heaven is guilt, no sex and no show Then I'm not sure if I really want to go, Oh The wages of sin, the reward of fear Is worrying and fretting every second of the year The Church and the State, your God and Countrykind One gets your body, the other gets your mind Mary, Mary Magdalene, how 'bout a date? You've been wasting your time staying up so late Your boyfriend's dead, the word is you're a whore Just about then I heard a knock on the door And I realized then that the wages of sin Was a bad reputation and too many friends