No one mourns the wicked!
No one cries: "They won't return!"
No one lays a lily 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 wicked's 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?
Or does it grow as time wears on?
Who can say? but this we understand:
No one morns the wicked
When at last they're dead and gone, then at last, there's joy throughout the land!
And goodness knows we know what goodness is!
Goodness knows, the wicked die alone woe to those who spurn what goodnessses they are shown...
No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns the wicked!
Wicked!
Wicked!