Wicked Web - Waterdeep

You told me you had money coming down the way

«Can I borrow fifty bucks, man, just to get me through the day»

You promised you were free this time of all of your old ways

But I bought your story last time, and I can’t afford to buy today

And I think I see the drummers now

They’re coming down the road

They’re striking up a funeral beat

They heard you’re getting old

I know you.

You ain’t fought 'em

You let 'em play the song

Then you fell in step when they asked you

If you wanted to come along

What a wicked web we weave

When first we practice to deceive

Spinnin out a house of make-believe

We’re like a serpent on the ear of Eve

Well, brother if you mean to tell the truth

You better improve your diction

Cause the words that you been letting slide

Are definitely fiction

I been lookin for a place

To lay my sorrow down

And I found out where to lay your lies

Up on that dying ground

God knows what your debt has cost

It’s already been paid

On a Roman cross, a screaming man

And a cave where He was laid