Lyrics:

Gods ain't gonna help yer son
You'll be sorry for whatcha done

Them gods gonna hurt yer son
When you play with a loaded gun
When you play with a loaded gun

They ain't gonna catch you when you fall
You'll be pleadin' while you're bleedin'

They ain't gonna heal yer son
Don't care 'bout whatcha done

They ain't gonna help yer son
You'll be sorry for whatcha done
Be sorry for what you done

Old Pyth, cranky old bull,
Make you sorry for whatcha done
Hense in a black veil

Gonna prick yer for whatcha done
Roathus gotcha empty
Gotcha weepin' whatcha done
I said mother
Lonely old gal
Tear your heart out for whatcha done
Tear your heart out for whatcha done

They ain't gonna catch you when you fall
You'll be pleadin' while you're bleedin'

Gods ain't gonna help yer son
You'll be sorry for whatcha done

Them gods gonna hurt yer son
You'll be sorry for whatcha done
You'll be sorry for whatcha done

Thank you