Album: Run Come Save Me    Title: 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