Original Broadway Cast, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Cleo Laine - The Wages of Sin lyrics
[Original Broadway Cast, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Cleo Laine - The Wages of Sin lyrics]
Crime don't paythat's what I tells 'em
If it did, would I be here mixing pipes
Wot then I sells 'em for
A pint of rotten beer?
Throats you cut to pocket tuppence
Then you slut to cop some sleep
Bash a face for bleedin' tuppence -
Pure disgrace to work so cheap
So I say
Don't be a sinner for the price of London gin
You can't pay for one square dinner
With the wages of sin
Sell my soul? 'Cor love, come off it!
Who would buy this sack of skin?
On the whole
There ain't much profit in the wages of sin
I've seen girls from gutter fam'lies trap
Rich men with flutt'ry ways
And they coo, "Cor, pass the jam please, "
Over nuptial breakfast trays
Over there in bed eleven
Sleeps a bleedin' hypocrite
Spends his days eyes cast to 'eaven
Spends his nights among this shit (spoken)
Oh oh I beg your pardon I'm sure
S' why I say, don't take half-measures
Do things right and dig right in
In this world, there's greater treasures
Than the wages of sin
I get threats, but seldom offers if I did
I'd pack it in
You can't fill too many coffers
With the wages of sin
If it did, would I be here mixing pipes
Wot then I sells 'em for
A pint of rotten beer?
Throats you cut to pocket tuppence
Then you slut to cop some sleep
Bash a face for bleedin' tuppence -
Pure disgrace to work so cheap
So I say
Don't be a sinner for the price of London gin
You can't pay for one square dinner
With the wages of sin
Sell my soul? 'Cor love, come off it!
Who would buy this sack of skin?
On the whole
There ain't much profit in the wages of sin
I've seen girls from gutter fam'lies trap
Rich men with flutt'ry ways
And they coo, "Cor, pass the jam please, "
Over nuptial breakfast trays
Over there in bed eleven
Sleeps a bleedin' hypocrite
Spends his days eyes cast to 'eaven
Spends his nights among this shit (spoken)
Oh oh I beg your pardon I'm sure
S' why I say, don't take half-measures
Do things right and dig right in
In this world, there's greater treasures
Than the wages of sin
I get threats, but seldom offers if I did
I'd pack it in
You can't fill too many coffers
With the wages of sin