Simon Says Sin

All of you sinners around here are fat off fish from the lake What does a red, white, and blue-blooded man gotta do for a goddamn steak? I don't need the fixin's, I don't need the wine, I don't need the fork or the knife Just give me the flesh, and the rest I'll collect from these bitches that roam in the night My lieutenant said, "Boys, don't stop 'til they're dead!" And gladly we heeded the call We're blessed and alive, f*ck the rest, let 'em die Well we mustn't be bothered at all Face out of fashion, I ate all my rations, and left my gun in the rain Lost all my wages, a cough that's contagious, my darlin', come back again My lover came home to the stench of cologne and my body, bled out on the floor And needless to say, for the rest of her days, that girl won't come 'round here anymore Too weak to wander, so I sit and ponder just where my steps went astray Well I think it began with the blood on my hands, but every man's got to be paid Small mouth to feed, black heart to bleed, my bitterness blossomed so slow Noose 'round the throat, no use for a note, now let's get this show on the road