No One Mourns The Wicked

No one mourns the wicked No one cries 'they won't return' No one lays a lilly on their grave The good man scorns the wicked Through their lives our children learn What we miss when we misbehave And goodness knows The wickeds' lives are lonely Goodness knows The wicked die alone It just shows when you're wicked You're left only on your own Are they born as wicked Or does it grow as time wears on Who can say, but this we understand No one mourns the wicked When at last they're dead and gone Then at last, there's joy throughout the land And goodness knows We know what goodness is Goodness knows The wicked die alone Woe to those Woe to those Who spurn what goodness is They are shown No one mourns the wicked Good news No one mourns the wicked Good news No one mourns the Wicked Wicked Wicked