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  • Songs of Sacrilege: The Wages of Sin by The Rainmakers

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    This is the latest installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is The Wages of Sin by The Rainmakers.

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    I was praying last night when an angel broke the line
    She said “I’m gonna have to put you on hold for a time”
    I said “Hold like Hell, let me talk to the Boss”
    She said “Sorry sucker (sinner), it’s the Boss’s day off”
    And I realized then that the wages of sin
    Was two bucks an hour and working weekends

    I was ignoring the thief who was lashed to the cross
    He cried “Help me get this son-of-a-bitch off”
    I said “I would if I could, I can’t so I won’t
    Well I wouldn’t want you messing your hair up, so don’t”
    And I realized then that the wages of sin
    Was all the lumber you can carry, all the nails you can bend

    The wages of sin, the reward of fear
    Is worrying and fretting every second of the year
    If Heaven is guilt, no sex and no show
    Then I’m not sure if I really want to go, Oh

    The wages of sin, the price that you pay
    Is worrying and fretting every second of the day
    The Church and the State, your God and Country kind
    One gets your body, the other gets your mind

    Mary, Mary Magdalene, how ’bout a date?
    You’ve been wasting your time staying up so late
    Your boyfriend’s dead, the word is you’re a whore
    Just about then I heard a knock on the door
    And I realized then that the wages of sin
    Was a bad reputation and too many friends

    The wages of sin (repeats)

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

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  • Songs of Sacrilege: Wages of Sin by The Rainmakers

    This is the fifty-first installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Wages of Sin by The Rainmakers, a Kansas City, Missouri-based original rock band.

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    Lyrics

    I was praying last night when an angel broke the line
    She said “I’m gonna have to put you on hold for a time”
    I said “Hold like Hell, let me talk to the Boss”
    She said “Sorry sucker (sinner), it’s the Boss’s day off”
    And I realized then that the wages of sin
    Was two bucks an hour and working weekends

    I was ignoring the thief who was lashed to the cross
    He cried “Help me get this son-of-a-bitch off”
    I said “I would if I could, I can’t so I won’t
    Well I wouldn’t want you messing your hair up, so don’t”
    And I realized then that the wages of sin
    Was all the lumber you can carry, all the nails you can bend

    The wages of sin, the price that you pay
    Is worrying and fretting every second of the day
    If Heaven is guilt, no sex and no show
    Then I’m not sure if I really want to go, Oh

    The wages of sin, the reward of fear
    Is worrying and fretting every second of the year
    The Church and the State, your God and Countrykind
    One gets your body, the other gets your mind

    Mary, Mary Magdalene, how ’bout a date?
    You’ve been wasting your time staying up so late
    Your boyfriend’s dead, the word is you’re a whore
    Just about then I heard a knock on the door
    And I realized then that the wages of sin
    Was a bad reputation and too many friends

    The wages of sin (repeats)