Well, shut your mouth boy. nYou put your foot in it this time. nThere’s no one to blame but you when you’re down to your last dime, ‘cause honesty’s the best poverty and liars already won the lottery.nYou get what you pay for and I got a mouth full of knuckle. nForget forgiveness and break out the belt and the buckle, ‘cause what we need is a few good martyrs. nBleeding hearts could you bleed a bit harder? There ain’t no big score to hope and pray for. nYou get what you pay for and take what you don’t. nPut on your shame face, the guilty party has started. nTie up the good noose for the nearly departed, ‘cause only the good die young now. nThe rest of us stay here and get the job done now. nThere ain’t no big score to hope and pray for. nYou get what you pay for and take what you don’t.