Sinny Sin Sins

(Roots Manuva) Sin sinners, I got to talk to you about your sins Sins on street corners, Sins in your shops Sinny Sin Sins in your streets of yours Sins in your eyes, sins gonna make you cry Oh Lord, can you help me with my sins? Oh Lord can you help me with my sin sin sinners? There are no Sins like sins I was raised in a pentecostal Church of God My father was the deacon, he used to stand preaching I used to to steal collection, I used to catch a beating Forgive me Lord, I knew not what I did I was just a kid, trying to hustle up a quid Feeling kinda ashamed, riding in the Church right Bible in my hand, dressed in my sunday best Reach a Churchyard and I'm feeling depressed I'm in the midst of the well-dressed, talking 'bout singing, singing Thanks and praise to the king of the Jews And I'm all confused, 'cos I can't see the sense Why should I turn the other cheek and get beat? Ain't no peace without war so who am I? The faster drives benz, got me looking to the sky Singing soon, very soon, we gonna see the king Soon oh, very soon, we all gonna be blamed Oh Lord can you help me with my sin sin sinners? There are no Sins like sins Woke up one Sunday, feeling kinda raw I said "Dad, I don't really want to go Church no more" Soon as I said shit, I felt a slap to my jaw He said "Son, as long as your living under my roof Your gonna heed my interpretation of the truth And the truth is right here It's written in this book the Holy Bible It's the key to survival so you best heed the word" He said, "Do as I say, not what I do And you'll see, goodness will follow you" Begrudgingly, I ironed my shirt, polish my shoes Went to Chruch and I took in their far-out views With their strange perceptions of Heaven and Hell To this very day I still fight down their spell 'Cos all that we pray, we still stay poor With that leaky roof dripping on the front room floor Sins gonna make you cry Oh Lord, can you help me with my sins? Oh Lord can you help me with my sin sin sinners? There are no Sins like sins Please don't get me twisted, I'm far from a heathen This is just a simple song of basic rhyme and reason It's not my meaning to demean or blaspheme But most things in the Bible ain't as plain as they seem Can I trust King James to translate these papers? Do I need a middle-man to link with the creator Amazing grace, how sweet the sound Church band plays, now I'm spending my pound Looking for a short-cut to the road to Zion We can't fool God, but we wasting time trying Two third of the truth is yet to be told Two thousand years of corruption soon unfold Sins in your eyes, sins gonna make you cry Oh Lord, can you help me with my sins? Oh Lord can you help me with my sin sin sinners? There are no Sins like sins