Roots Manuva - Sinny Sin Sins (feat. Pastor Lee) Lyrics
Sin sinners, I got to talk to you about your sinsSins on street corners, Sins in your shopsSinny Sin Sins in your streets of yoursSins in your eyes, sins gonna make you cryOh 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 GodMy father was the deacon, he used to stand preachingI used to to steal collection, I used to catch a beatingForgive me Lord, I knew not what I didI was just a kid, trying to hustle up a quidFeeling kinda ashamed, riding in the Church rightBible in my hand, dressed in my sunday best.Reach a Churchyard and I'm feeling depressedI'm in the midst of the well-dressed, talking 'bout singing, singingthanks and praise to the king of the JewsAnd I'm all confused, 'cos I can't see the senseWhy 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 skysinging soon, very soon, we gonna see the kingSoon 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 rawI said "Dad, I don't really want to go Church no more"Soon as I said shit, I felt a slap to my jawHe said "Son, as long as your living under my roofYour gonna heed my interpretation of the truthAnd the truth is right hereIt's written in this book the Holy BibleIt's the key to survival so you best heed the word"He said, "Do as I say, not what I doAnd you'll see, goodness will follow you"begrudgingly, I ironed my shirt, polish my shoesWent to Chruch and I took in their far-out views-a
