No one mourns the wicked
No one cries 'they won't return'
No one lays a lilly on their grave
The good man scorns the wicked
Through their lives our children learn
What we miss when we misbehave
And goodness knows
The wickeds' lives are lonely
Goodness knows
The wicked die alone
It just shows when you're wicked
You're left only on your own
Are they born as wicked
Woe to those
Woe to those
Who spurn what goodness is
They are shown
No one mourns the wicked
Good news
No one mourns the wicked
Good news
No one mourns the
Wicked
Wicked