They walked in the way of Cain
That murderous son of a man
Standing over his brother slain
With blood dripping his hands
We cry, Woe
They abandoned themselves like Balaam
For the sake of wicked gain
But their love of money will fail 'em
It will suffer them just the same
They have a moneybag for a heart
Their greed will tear 'em apart
We cry, Woe
They perished like the rebels of Korah
In the fires of burning flames
Yeah, the judgement of God will floor ya
When you're stealing from the Father's fame
Like the rage of a city burned
Like the falling of a heavenly blaze
Like the wandering of a nation spurned
They will perish in their evil ways
We cry, Woe
He said they would come, he said they were already here
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They walked in the way of Cain
That murderous son of a man
Standing over his brother slain
With blood dripping his hands
We cry, Woe
They abandoned themselves like Balaam
For the sake of wicked gain
But their love of money will fail 'em
It will suffer them just the same
They have a moneybag for a heart
Their greed will tear 'em apart
We cry, Woe
They perished like the rebels of Korah
In the fires of burning flames
Yeah, the judgement of God will floor ya
When you're stealing from the Father's fame
Like the rage of a city burned
Like the falling of a heavenly blaze
Like the wandering of a nation spurned
They will perish in their evil ways
We cry, Woe
He said they would come, he said they were already here
That murderous son of a man
Standing over his brother slain
With blood dripping his hands
We cry, Woe
They abandoned themselves like Balaam
For the sake of wicked gain
But their love of money will fail 'em
It will suffer them just the same
They have a moneybag for a heart
Their greed will tear 'em apart
We cry, Woe
They perished like the rebels of Korah
In the fires of burning flames
Yeah, the judgement of God will floor ya
When you're stealing from the Father's fame
Like the rage of a city burned
Like the falling of a heavenly blaze
Like the wandering of a nation spurned
They will perish in their evil ways
We cry, Woe
He said they would come, he said they were already here
Writer: Christopher Curtis
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