It's not a good idea, to walk on fertile ground, she says It depends upon the seed you sow, he replies 'Cause sometimes some seeds will fall along the path, she says As a man sows, so shall he reap! As a man sows, so shall he reap, my friend You're crazy to want this, says the killer to the saint What the hell are you doing here? I don't know you, but I know: You don't belong here! I don't fancy the idea, says the killer to the saint I have to keep my quarter clear I don't like your face and I know: You don't belong here A shot in the face is a purifying deed, she says It depends upon the point of view, he replies Rely on my compassion, you performed very well, she says As a man sows, so shall he reap As a man sows, so shall he reap, my friend You're crazy to want this, says the killer to the saint What the hell are you doing here? I don't know you, but I know: You don't belong here! I don't fancy the idea, says the killer to the saint I have to keep my quarter clear I don't like your face and I know: You don't belong here! And I know: You don't belong here!