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My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven I'm gone, I'm gone I'm going where the wild people living Gone where the wild, wild people living So long alone, close to the bone They kill the messenger, they kill the taxman waiting in line They kill the passenger where the train and taxi collide A holiday has come, my mind has escaped into hiding I've shot away my life, out where the wild people riding Out where the wild, the wild people riding So long alone, close to the bone Mama mama ma please, please don't kill the messenger man Mama mama ma please, please don't kill the passenger man Saturday I'm sick, I’m sick with a virus descending Burn sunday to the quick, to the quick with a match on a mile long stick My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven I'm gone, I'm gone I'm gone where the wild people living Gone where the wild, wild people living So long alone, close to the bone Mama mama ma please, please don't kill the messenger man Mama mama ma please, please don't kill the passenger man From Letras Mania