That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all.

That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all.

Men are moved by only two things: fear and self-interest.

Men are moved by only two things: fear and self-interest.

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel read more

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.

Every day I work so hardBringin' home my hard earned payTry to love you baby, but you push me away.

Every day I work so hardBringin' home my hard earned payTry to love you baby, but you push me away.

Fear is the passion of slaves.

Fear is the passion of slaves.

In extreme danger fear feels no pity.
[Lat., In summo periculo timor miericordiam non recipit.]

In extreme danger fear feels no pity.
[Lat., In summo periculo timor miericordiam non recipit.]

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never read more

We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored.
[Lat., Periere mores, jus, decus, pietas, fides,
Et qui redire nescit, cum perit, pudor.]

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.