Roots Manuva - Sinny Sin Sins lyrics

(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 pastor drives a Benz and got
Me looking to the sky
Singing soon, very soon
We gonna see the king
Soon very soon we all gonna be bling

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