The Wages of Sin (feat. Betsy Wolfe, Jessie Mueller, Alison Cimmet, Janine Divita)

Crime don't pay
That'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 thruppence
Or 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 with one square dinner
With the wages of sin
Cheers
Sell me 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
In the wages of sin
In the wages of sin
I've seen girls from gutter families
Trap rich men with fluttery ways
And they coo cor pass the jam please
Over nuptial breakfast trays
Over there in bed 11
Sleeps a bleedin' hypocrite
Spends his days eyes cast to heaven
Spends most nights among that shit
Ooh ooh, I'm sor - I do beg your pardon ladies and gentlemen
I didn't mean to- I mean - I assure you that
That will never ever happen again
Now, whew, where was I? Oh yes
Shit
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 that many coffers with
The wages of sin
Aw now give your old love some help with that last line will you then? Alright, all together now
With the wages of the sin
Oh bloody hell you can do better than that. Now get off your bums and give us the notes then, eh? Now!
With the wages of sin
God love ya, God love ya!