I've gotten away with a few things
Karma probably noticed
I might've paid for a woman
But not the man on the bridge
She knew my face
He threw coins at mine
Mexico is not for boys
But it once was for sacrilege

I wonder if I've paid my debt to society
I get the bill everyday
I signed up for my lot in life
I drink to heaven or hell, not sure which
It must mean something
I believe in both, that's probably good
I'm in love with my neighbor but that's not it
That's why Jesus won't make me rich

I wonder why I like hard cases so much
I learned more from a maid than a preacher
Enough to want to make her mine
She knows I'm not man enough for her
She won't take my money even for her kids
She don't owe nobody nothing
She made her own deal with God
Trading nails for grace from her savior