little baker is it true,
your payment is due
and there's no escape,
nothing to conceal your shape

little baker is it true,
your body is cold and blue,
did you lose your head
restless in bed
you thought you could beat this
each hit gives you bliss

little baker what have you done
now you've gone and lost your son
your health sadly dwindles
because of your swindels-
they'll come quite soon
you're already doomed.

Little Baker why couldn't you keep
no money to pay, your soul they shall reap

Little Baker you've lost it all
seemingly in a never ending fall

Little Baker you thought your addiction would heal
but  you knew deep down, your life it would steal.

Little Baker you gave up on life
for the same addiction that took your wife
and you were much too scared of the knife
and couldn't handle the strife
so you did as she did and dug a hole,
Little Baker it's time to pay the toll.