 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
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