In the folds of the darkness of night
Through the cold where the heartless take flight
Mama begs and she pleads that I'll change
But the scars from the dirt still remain
In this fire, fire
I get tired, tired
There's a price to pay
When you play the game
Good Lord, I pray
My sins gon' wash away
My sins gon' wash away
In the grips where the wicked reside
You can run but there's no place to hide
Lived a lie and now you're staring at the truth
Sold your soul now there's nothin' left to lose
In this fire, fire
I get tired, tired
There's a price to pay
When you play the game
Good Lord, I pray
My sins gon' wash away
My sins gon' wash away
Caught up in a constant battle
It looks like the costs exceeds me
No matter which road I travel
One thing I see, ain't nothing free
There's a price to pay
When you play the game
Good Lord, I pray
My sins gon' wash away
My sins gon' wash away
