(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