Sinners Will Pay

No coins in the fountain
No diamonds in your mouth
Beggars in the closet
Struggling to come out
You move in quiet circles
Your strategies are strange
Some day you’ll run out of
Prisoners to exchange
Sinners will pay
Sinners will pay
What you stole is not yours
To give away
And so your season’s ending
Devastated fruit
Hanging from the branches
In a deadly mood
You’ll serve them at a table
And from a silver spoon
Some day i will refuse them
That day is coming soon
Sinners will pay
Sinners will pay
What you stole is not yours
To give away