The Wicked And The Evil

There are those who kneel to worship

And beg for clemency

There are those who know the hardship

Of a conscience that'is not free

Some are weary, some are cold

Some barely half-alive

But the wicked and the evil

Eat, and drink, and thrive

The prisoners feel the scorching sun

As they toil among the rocks

Some are grim, some resigned

But not one ever talks

Some are weary, some are cold

Some barely half-alive

But the wicked and the evil

Eat, and drink, and thrive

The sinner knowing he has sinned

Is not saved, he is cursed

For no matter how he may repent

He's done his worst

Some are weary, some are cold

Some barely half-alive

But the wicked and the evil

Eat, and drink, and thrive