Here are some lyrics on this Easter Sunday from one of my favorite songs by The Rainmakers, lyrics by Bob Walkenhorst.
The Wages Of Sin
I was praying last night when an angel broke the line
She said I'm going to 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 theif who was latched to the cross
He cried help me get this son of a bitch off
I said I would if I could but 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 reward of fear
Is worrying and fretting every second of the year
If heaven is guilt, no sex and no show
Then I'm not sure if I really want to go
The wages of sin, the price that you pay
Is worrying and fretting every second of the day
The Church and the State, your God and Countrykind
One gets your body, the other gets your mind
Mary Mary Magdelene, how about 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
The wages of sin
Happy Easter every-bunny!
I've been thinkin' a lot about you all and have lot's of things to share...next time!
The Wages Of Sin
I was praying last night when an angel broke the line
She said I'm going to 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 theif who was latched to the cross
He cried help me get this son of a bitch off
I said I would if I could but 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 reward of fear
Is worrying and fretting every second of the year
If heaven is guilt, no sex and no show
Then I'm not sure if I really want to go
The wages of sin, the price that you pay
Is worrying and fretting every second of the day
The Church and the State, your God and Countrykind
One gets your body, the other gets your mind
Mary Mary Magdelene, how about 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
The wages of sin
Happy Easter every-bunny!
I've been thinkin' a lot about you all and have lot's of things to share...next time!
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The profile pic? Well ... its better than it was before ... but still! Do you have something against the way you look? Are you really an ape? Are you afraid to tell us all that you come from outerspace? I bet you just like to be "mysterious". Ah well, Ill leave you be. At least you got rid of that funny face for a while. I wish I could change my profile picture but the SG site is the only one who has control over that. Id change mine like once a week, I get so tired of everything being the same all the time.
I'm looking forward to it.
Although orange is my favourite colour, I agree, take it off !