[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