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One Sin          

You've 'ad it mate,
My mate who was my mate.
Down for good in dungeons
Deserving of the freaks from West One A.

These freaks deserve
Nothing more than letting out
But you ain't getting out, mate.
If this was purgatory;

If this was purgatory,
You'd be working in the carvery
For what you've done mate
(Who was my mate).
You was my mate,
And now you ain't, mate.
No more my man,
You is banned for your one sin.