That stain like a shroud That I undertake I won t make a sound Not Paid off All the big guns got a reputation Got to keep kicking the good man crown You re a well worn wash of wallet Watch the floor and get down A dab on the head In exchange for a hand So empty instead Of the promise I planned To bank on All the big guns have a reputation Got to keep kicking the good man crown You re a well worn wash of wallet Watch the floor and get down On your knees You re going to die You re going to die alone Without comfort of our home Without comfort of our God And if you ve ever done truly wrong Pay off your plight Into the bloody hands Of the truly right. Righteous