The Work House
Автор: OutLaw_Custer
Загружено: 2026-01-09
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This song was created using Suno AI[](https://suno.com).
I used the [Free ] plan, so I do NOT own the commercial rights to this track.
This video is uploaded for entertainment/portfolio/showcase purposes only.
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Lyrics & prompt: [Verse 1]
Intro
Above the gate in cold carved stone
"God helps those who help themselves" alone
They shut the door on rain-soaked poor
And called it mercy evermore
[Verse 1]
Pauper knocks with frostbit hands
The beadle weighs him, checks the brands
Split the family, shave the head
Better poorhouse than the street, they said
Oakum picking till fingers bleed
Gruel so thin you taste the need
Bell at five for prayer and grind
God is watching — fall in line
[Chorus]
Through the workhouse door you crawl
Lose your name inside these walls
Work till bones forget the sun
Thank the Lord for what you've done
Stone is cold and rules are clear
Poverty's the only sin here
[Verse 2]
Widow with her starving child
Bastardy act — the babe defiled
Sent to scrub the flagstone floors
While guardians smoke their fat cigars
Preacher comes on Sunday morn
Reads the prodigal, hides his scorn
"Tempt not God with idle hands"
As the treadmill turns on his command
[Chorus]
Through the workhouse door you crawl
Lose your name inside these walls
Work till bones forget the sun
Thank the Lord for what you've done
Stone is cold and rules are clear
Poverty's the only sin here
[Bridge]
You built these cages, called them grace
Fed us silence, starved our face
Measured souls by weight of blame
And prayed for profit in His name
But the walls still echo with the cries
Of every child that crawled and died
Your charity was just a chain
Your God a lockpick in the rain
[Final Chorus / Outro]
Through the workhouse door we crawled
Lost our names inside those walls
Worked till bones forgot the sun
Thanked the Lord for what you'd done
Centuries on, the stones still stand
Your mercy carved by cruel hands
But every spike, every rule so clear
Whispers back: the crime was here
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