There are those who kneel to worship And beg for clemency There are those who know the hardship Of a conscience that'is not free Some are weary, some are cold Some barely half-alive But the wicked and the evil Eat, and drink, and thrive The prisoners feel the scorching sun As they toil among the rocks Some are grim, some resigned But not one ever talks Some are weary, some are cold Some barely half-alive But the wicked and the evil Eat, and drink, and thrive The sinner knowing he has sinned Is not saved, he is cursed For no matter how he may repent He's done his worst Some are weary, some are cold Some barely half-alive But the wicked and the evil Eat, and drink, and thrive