| People steal, they cheat and lie
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| For wealth and what it will buy
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| But don’t they know on the Judgment Day
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| That gold and silver will melt away
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| I’d rather be in a deep, dark grave
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| And know that my poor soul was saved
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| Than live in this world in a house of gold
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| And deny my God and doom my soul
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| What good is gold and silver, too
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| If your heart’s not good and true?
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| Sinner, hear me when I say
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| Fall down on your knees and pray
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| I’d rather be in a deep, dark grave
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| And know that my poor soul was saved
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| Than live in this world in a house of gold
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| And deny my God and doom my soul |