Gods ain't gonna help you son You'll be sorry for what you done Them gods gonna hurt you 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 hear you son Don't care 'bout what you done They ain't gonna help you son You'll be sorry for what you done Be sorry for what you done Old pyth, cranky old bull Make you sorry for what you done Hence in a black veil Gonna prick you for what you done Roathus got you empty Got you weepin' what you done I say mother Lonely old gal Tear your heart out for what you done Tear your heart out for what you done They ain't gonna catch you when you fall You'll be pleadin' while you're bleedin' Gods ain't gonna help you son You'll be sorry for what you done Them gods gonna hurt you son You'll be sorry for what you done You'll be sorry for what you done Thank you