Wages of Sin (KMFDM Remix)

Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
I’m flying with the queen of bats
Drinking venom with the fattest rats
Loose the lightening from the bottle
The devil’s boot is on the throttle
Tastes like heaven when I’m in hell
The silver secret pill don’t tell
The spotlight burned the libertine
The red priest of the slot machine
Give me correction all of the time
Ain’t that a line that sticks in mind?
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
I’m standing in a dead man’s clothes
The highest calling with the lowest blows
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Rage on benzedrine
Flames and gasoline
Fed goose step oil you bought unseen from the
Bargain basement’s broken dream

Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin