Saved

Down below where the darkness roams

They play their fiddle for the sinning souls

You sign the deed now the deed is due

Lock your door they’re coming for you

There’s no turning back now

It’s your time today

You can’t go and pray now

You can’t be saved

Don’t stress it babe

There’s nothing you can do

You can try to run, but they have on their running shoes

You can go to the church

Talk to the preacher

Read a book about his brother’s keeper ‘cause

There’s no turning back now

It’s your time today

You can’t go and pray now

You can’t be saved

Warned you not to go to the crossroads

In gold they go and take your soul

Crying in your Mather’s arms, “Oh I want to go home,”

But there’s only one last place for you to roam

Was it worth it I don’t think it was no

Consequences of a petty cause

There’s no turning back now

It’s your time today

You can’t go and pray now

You can’t be saved