Where will you go
There is nowhere to run
You have nothing to show
In a life about done
The choices we make
Treating life as a game
They steal and we take
And to hell with the shame
Yet the pale horse will catch you
You will stand before god
Tell me what will you do
Or do you think it odd
For your god to judge you
For the weakness inside
When it was his gift of freewill
That led to this pride
So I ask once again
Tell me what will you do
Cause the wages of sin
Are fast coming due.              Hy