whose business is sin? let me think about it now
the profits the bosses carry as crosses
the chunky-cheeked priests
lily-white congregations
the cop on the street organized crime
the judge and his friends the whims of the time
nickels and dimes and who can afford justice good lord
the community's skin's too damn thin
say it again and you'd better believe it
you live in a crowd
you can't have too much insurance
and don't get too loud keep your eyes to yourself
you get too out of line you don't fit in anywhere
move along keep the change sort of thing
now you're talking 'bout sin
like it's something gonna end
you're gonna trade in your lust
for a full gut and trust a sanitized
subsidized version of getting it
cruising off the conveyor ain't nobody sweating it
succeed as a need as a right as a creed
as your back starts to bend and your balls start to bleed
and you're still good for a laugh looking to find
something sounds like the truth
on the edge of it all an ideal or a sorrow
like the pulse of a mob got you hung up the closet
the scaffold the wall fighting off demons
you don't half recall
and balanced so well
you can't ever fall
so look yourself in the eye see if handling why
it would matter at all that you lived or you died
can get next to you close to you like it's eternity
the last glimpse that you get before the eye finally blinks
and when it comes down to fact and your life is your past
the answer you give when your god finally asks
whose business is sin?
why it's the devil's my friend
and you're known by the company
you keep