If religion was a thing that money could buy,
The rich would live and the poor would die.
All my trials, Lord. Soon be over.

Too late my Brothers, too late, but nevermind.
All my trials, Lord. Soon be over.

Now hush little baby don't you cry,
You know that man was born to die.
All my trials, Lord. Soon be over.

Too late my Brothers, too late, but nevermind.
All my trials, Lord. Soon be over.

All my trials, Lord. Soon be over.