Beg?

Don’t send that email to your mum just yet

She might not understand what we’ve been through

Or care about the true cause of our debt

When she herself has many problems too.

Perhaps it’s better for us to pretend

That all is fine and that we can afford

To live without the money she might lend

If our electronic begging strikes a chord?

For must we not each face life on our own

And try to make ends meet when fortune shrugs?

Perhaps I should take back my mobile phone

Or maybe we can give up drink and drugs?

But let's not ask your mum, who’s such a snob

She’ll probably just suggest I find a job.

Crown of Sin (1/7 Wrath)

Let’s contemplate, and weave a crown of sin

And for this task let Anger kick us off

Why is it bad if my blood should begin

To boil and fill my soul with burning Wrath?

When shitty modern life drives me insane

And nothing in the world seems to make sense

How can I clear a space inside my brain

Or relax when the pressure’s most intense?

I hit the kids when I’m pissed off, so what?

I swear at cunts who cut me up in cars

Love and peace man, they mean diddley-swat

I like to get in fights at night in bars

‘Cause Anger can be power and I trust

That Wrath is no more sinning than is Lust

Crown of Sin (2/7 Lust)

That Wrath is no more sinning than is Lust?

Well Lust cannot be sin ‘cause it’s such fun

That glorious softness into which I thrust

Has been there ever since the world begun

The shadow beneath tits from far away

A subtle glance behind which pleasures lurk

Is procreation to be led astray?

I fantasise, and crack one off at work.

Though not just all desire’s of the flesh

I also yearn to join a country club

But when love fails to keep libido fresh

I fuck the sluts I pick up down the pub

Or buy a blowjob in a darkened street

Then on my way back home I stop and eat

 

Crown of Sin (3/7 Gluttony)

Then on my way back home I stop and eat

To indulge in delicious so called ‘sin’

Kebab and chips with Gluttony’s sweet deceit

That keeps my bloated stomach feeling thin

But still there’s emptiness that must be filled

I eat and eat and eat until I hurt

Spicy sausage, salmon, steamed and grilled

‘Till stuffed I am with undone jeans and shirt

And then I pack my face with Chocolate Goo

And Belgian waffles topped with toffee sauce

That’s washed down with a pint of coke or two

And thrown up on the pavement of remorse.

My body’s racked with hunger, I must feed

For Gluttony keeps me busy, just like Greed

Crown of Sin (4/7 Greed)

For Gluttony keeps me busy, just like greed

I love to shop for things that I adore

Though buy one get one free’s not all I need

But more and more and more and more and more

Six cars and sixteen brand new shiny suits

Three houses and a twenty-five foot yacht

Ten pairs of sixteen hundred dollar boots

Another golden bling-ring like I’ve got

So tell me why you think that I should share

When everything’s still not enough for me

You cannot win, but why should winners care

If you can’t feed your children. Can’t you see

That Capitalism doesn’t make mistakes?

The rich man should be proud of what he takes

Crown of Sin (5/7 Pride)

The rich man should be proud of what he takes

We all know Pride’s not sin, nor a disease

The artist who’s ashamed of what he makes

Will find it hard to find someone to please.

Conspicuous consumption’s all the rage

I flaunt with Pride the trophies I have won

Why shove my glorious victories in a cage

And not upon the front page of The Sun?

As much a sin it is then, not to show

The way I feel when feeling’s filled with pride,

As is this sin from which all others grow.

Should I be modest and pretend that I’d

Not felt the joy of feeling envious eyes

Upon me where no envy’s in disguise?

Crown of Sin (6/7 Envy)

Upon me, where no envy’s in disguise,

Are placed the burdens of a wanting mind

Beyond the doors of envy, treasure lies

What’s yours that’s worth desire, is there to find.

The grass is always greener and I say

“Well done”, “Good luck”, “I love you” but I lie

Your winning keeps my happiness at bay,

And makes me sort of wish that you would die

What’s wrong with hoping you lose all you own?

My Envy keeps ambition hard and quick

Though now I’m feeling broken and alone

I’ll build myself what you’ve got brick by brick

Beginning with your suit of Nessus’ cloth,

Such wealth I’ll get when finally rid of sloth