The guilt, it had nearly spoiled the wine
It taints to gray the fruit
These sacred vines had given us
Oh, mercy! How their mercy lies
Oh, the lows!
The lows to which their lies had driven us!
But we remember well this bitter truth divine
That evil tongues despise a taste too virtuous
So drink, for guilt-gray wine is sweeter still!
Drink. Plead guilt and serve your time
Oh drink, drink we must
For hope is lit and lush!