There ain't nothing so very good

As this love in its morning

When it comes with its promises

And leaves without warning

There ain't nothing I can do about

This fever in my head

Oh, things I can't say out loud

Things that I dread

There ain't nothing so bad, now

As a good man done wrong

There's blood on my hands

Honey now-

What have I done

Honey, what have I done...

One day I woke up

Forgot all my dreams

And it's driving me to distraction, honey

Would you listen to me please

Every man is a prisoner

Of his own desire

Oh, a good man got done some wrong

Gets caught in its fire

There ain't nothing so bad, now

As a good man done wrong

There's blood on my hands

Honey now, what have we done

Honey what have we done

(...It was a slip of the tonue

Now the plague has begun...)