As I sit here tonight
In the confession , Lord
I don't know where to begin

I done so many
God awful things in my day
I destroyed both strangers and kin

That mean old judge found me guilty
Of the only crime I didn’t do
Said "let the electric chair burn your sins away"

Confession, confession

A lynch mob has gathered
Outside my cell
Oh I can hear `em screaming my name

They got rope, they got pitchforks
Shovels and guns
They think they can make this beast in me tamed

But my spirit won't die
Though my body glows cold
Oh it will rise up
And continuе my evil game
Confession, confеssion

A honest man, he will struggle
To get through this life
In the end, he won't have a dime

Terrible things often happen
To those of pure heart
Without meaning, without reason or rhyme

So Holy Father, I don’t repent
For nothing I done
Back this I happy and living good times

Confession, confession


Now let me name you them seven deadly sins
One: Pride
Two: Greed
Three: Lust
Four: Envy
Five: Gluttony
Six: Wrath
Seven: Sloth
Yeah I've been guilty of 'em all
All the deadly sins