Sinny Sin Sins

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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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Duration
03:36
Key
9
Tempo
186 BPM

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