Mad he was inward   Break her barn, back door      When the water rushed and poured   Took the relatives she stored   So the Father Ghost and Lord    Took the revelation stored      It's a waste of money spent and given   It's a waste of what was, when forgiven   And your children burn their backs in bed   It's a waste of what your kids won't have      When the man took his gun    Put it on your youngest one   Took the curtains off the glass   Took the virgin for what she has      It's a waste of money spent and given   It's a waste of what was, when forgiven   And your children burn their backs in bed   It's a waste of what your kids won't have      It's a waste of what your kids won't have   It's a waste of what your kids won't have