| Hell, if you don’t know I stand by you |
| Hell, if you don’t know what is right |
| You don’t tell lies, for that is treason |
| But you treat me like a cloudy sky |
| But that ain’t kind |
| No, that ain’t kind |
| I’m gonna teach you what is right |
| Leaving would teach a lesson |
| But seething marks you for mankind |
| Your boys come from every shameless corner |
| Hiding in the shadows of your thighs |
| Betrayal carries out a casket |
| One for each transgressor to lay inside |
| But that ain’t kind |
| No, that ain’t kind |
| I’m gonna teach you what is right |
| Leaving would teach a lesson |
| But seething marks you for mankind |
| God help me show these boys a feeling |
| And Jesus lock me up inside |
| For if I follow my own jurisdiction |
| My hands won’t loosen from their necks till light |
| But that ain’t kind |
| No, that ain’t kind |
| I’m gonna teach you what is right |
| Leaving would teach a lesson |
| But seething marks you for mankind |