Sinny Sin Sins Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am](Roots Manuva)
Sin sinners,
I got to talk to you [F]about your sins
Sins on street [Em]corners,
[Am]Sins in your shops
[Dm]Sinny Sin Sins in your streets of yours
[Am]Sins in your eyes,
sins gonna make [Dm]you [Am]cry[Dm]
Oh Lord, can you help me
with my [Am]sins?
[B]Oh Lord [Am]can you help me with my
sin sin [Dm]sinners?
There are no Sins like [G]sins.
I was raised [Am]in a pentecostal

[Verse 2]
[Dm]
Church of God
[Am]My father was the deacon,
he used to [Dm]stand preaching
I used to to steal collection,
[Am]I used to catc[Dm]h a beating
Forgive [Am]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 [Dm]Church right
[Am]Bible in my hand,
[Dm]dressed in my sunday best.
Reach [G]a Churchyard [Am]and
I'm feel[G]ing depressed
[Am]I'm in the midst of the well- dressed,
talking 'bout singing, singing
thanks and praise [Dm]to the king of the Jews
[Am]And I'm all confused,
'cause I can't [Dm]see the sense
Why [Am]should I turn the other
cheek and get beat?
Ain't no peace without war so who am I?
The faster drives ben[Dm]z,
got me looking to the sky
[Am]singing soon, very soon,
we gonna [F]see the king
[Am]Soon oh, very soon,
we all [G]gonna [Am]be blamed.

[Verse 3]
[Am]Oh Lord can you help me with
my sin sin sinners?
[Dm]There [F]are[Am] no Sins like sins.

[Verse 4]
Woke up one [Am]Sunday, feeling kinda raw
I said "Dad, I don't really want
to go Church [Dm]no more"
Soon as I said shit,
I felt a slap to my jaw
He said [Am]"Son,
as [G]long as your living under my roof
[Am]Your gonna heed my interpretation
of the truth
And the truth is right here
It's [Dm]written in this book the Holy Bible
It's the key to survival [Am]so
you best [Dm]heed the word"
He said, [Am]"Do as I say, not what I do
And you'll see,
goodness will follow you"
begrudgingly, I ironed my shirt,
[Dm]pol ish my shoes
Went to Chruch and I took in
their far- out views
with their [Am]strange perceptions
of Heaven and Hell.
To this very day I still fight
down their spell
'cause all that we pray,
we still [Dm]stay poor
[Am]With that leaky roof dripping
[Dm]on the front [F]room floor.

[Verse 5]
[C]Sins [Em]gonna make [Am]you cry
Oh Lord, can you help me
[F]with my sin[Am]s?[F]
Oh [Am]Lord [Dm]can [Am]you help
[G]me with my sin [Am]sin sinners?
There are no [F]Sins like sins.

[Verse 6]
Please don't get me twis[Am]ted,
I'm far [F]from a heathen
[Am]This is just a simple song of [Em]ba
sic rhyme and [Am]reason
It's not my meaning to demean
or blaspheme
But most things in the Bib[Dm]le
ain't as plain as they seem
Can I trust King James to translate
these papers?
[G]Do I need a middle- man to link
with the creat[Am]or
Amazing grace, how sweet [Dm]the sound
Church [Am]band plays,
[Dm]now I'm spending my pound
Looking for a short- [Am]cut to [Dm]the road to Zion
We [Am]can't fool God,
but we wasting time trying
Two third of the truth is yet
to be told
Two thousand years of [Dm]cor
ruption soon unfold
Sins [Am]in your

[Verse 7]
[Em]eyes,
[Am]sins gonna make you cry
Oh [Dm]Lord, can you [Am]help me with my sin[F]s?
[Dm]Oh Lord can [Em]you help [G]me with
[Am]my sin sin [F]sinners?
There are no [Am]Sins [F]like sins

[Outro 1]
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