The Mystery of Edwin Drood - The Wages of Sin Lyrics

2012 Broadway revival
The Mystery of Edwin Drood - The Wages of Sin Lyrics

The song is written by Rupert Holmes.

Princess Puffer:
Crime don't pay...that's what I tells 'em.
If it did, would I be here mixing pipes,
Wot then I sells 'em for a pint of rotten beer?
Throats you cut to pocket tuppence,
Then you slut to cop some sleep.
Bash a face for bleedin' tuppence -
pure disgrace to work so cheap.

So I say, don't be a sinner for the price of London gin.
You can't pay for one square dinner with the wages of sin.
Sell my soul? 'Cor love, come off it!
Who would buy this sack of skin?
On the whole, there ain't much profit in the wages of sin.
I've seen girls from gutter fam'lies trap
rich men with flutt'ry ways,
And they coo, "Cor, pass the jam please,"
Over nuptial breakfast trays,
Over there in bed eleven sleeps a bleedin' hypocrite.
Spends his days eyes cast to 'eaven;
Spends his nights among this sh-

S' why I say, don't take half-measures,
Do things right and dig right in.
In this world, there's greater treasures
than the wages of sin.
I get threats, but seldom offers. If I did,
I'd pack it in.
You can't fill too many coffers with the wages of sin.

[Thanks to Liza for lyrics]

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The Mystery of Edwin Drood the Musical Lyrics

There You Are
A Man Could Go Quite Mad
Two Kinsmen
Moonfall Quartet
The Wages of Sin
Both Sides of the Coin
Perfect Strangers
No Good Can Come from Bad
Never The Luck
Off to the Races
Settling Up the Score
Don't Quit While You're Ahead
The Garden Path to Hell
Out on a Limerick
Jasper's Confession
Rosa's Confession
Puffer's Confession
The Writing on the Wall