Chords for Roots Manuva - Sinny sin sins

_ _ Sin sinners, [Em] I'd [F] like to talk to you about your sins.
_ _ [Em] Sins on street corners, _ [Am] _ sins in your shops,
[G] _ _ [Dm]
sins, big [F] sins in those sheets of yours.
_ [Em] _
Sins in your [Am] eyes, _ sins that'll [Em] make you [Dm] cry. _
Why Lord can you help me with my sins?
[Em] _
Why [Am] Lord can you help me with my sins?
[Em] [Am] Sin sinners, [Dm] _
there are no sins like sins.
[Em] _
I was [Am] raised in a Pentecostal church of God.
My father was the [Dm] deacon, he used to stand preaching.
I [Am] used to steal collection, I [F] used to catch a beating.
Forgive [Em] me Lord, I knew that what I [Am] did.
I was just a kid trying to hustle up a quick.
Feeling kind of [F] shame riding in the church van.
Bible in my hand, dressed in my Sunday best.
[Em] Reach a church yard and I'm feeling depressed.
[Am] I'm in the midst of the well-dressed
talking about [Em] sin singing.
[F] Thanks and praise to the king of the Jews.
And I'm all confused, cause I can't see the sense.
Why [Em] should I turn to other cheek and get [Am] beat?
Ain't no peace without war, so who am [Em] I?
My [Am] pastor drives his [F] friends and got me looking
to the sky singing.
Soon and very soon, we're gonna see the king.
[B] Soon and very [Em] soon, we all gonna be [Am] blamed.
I [A] need [Em] _ [F] _ _
to see an [Dm] end.
Yeah, [Em] _
it's like [Am] seeing me.
Woke up one Sunday, feeling kind of [G] raw.
I said, [Am] dad, I don't [F] really wanna go to church no more.
Soon as I said shit, I felt a slap to my jaw.
He said, [Em] son, as long as you're living under my roof,
[Am] you're gonna heed my interpretation of the truth.
And the [Em] truth is right [Dm] here.
It's written in this book, the Holy Bible.
It's the [F] keys to survival, so you best heed the word.
He said, [Em] do as I say, not what I [Am] do and you'll see.
Goodness will follow you, [Em] keep grudging [F] me.
I am my shirt, polish my shoes, went to church
and I took in their far out views
with their [Em] strange perceptions of heaven and hell.
[Am] To this very day, I still fight down their [Em] spell
cause [F] all that we trade, we still stay poor
with that leaky roof dripping on the front room floor.
[Em] It's gonna make [Am] you cry, _ _ _ [F] _
my sin.
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Please don't get me twisted, I'm far from a heathen.
This [Em] is just a simple song, a basic rhyme and [Am] reason.
It's not my meaning to the meat or [G] blaspheme.
The false [F] things in the Bible ain't as plain as they seem.
Can I trust King James to translate these faiths?
Do [Em] I need a middle man to link with the creator?
[Am] Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.
The [Dm] church band plays, now I'm spending my pound.
Looking [F] for a shortcut to the road to Zion.
We [Em] can't fool God, but we waste your time [Am] trying.
Further, the truth is yet to be told.
[Em] A [F] thousand years of corruption soon to unfold.
_ _ Sins in [Em] your, _ [Am] it's gonna make you cry.
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_ _ Sins, _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [Am] _ sins in our, [Em] _ [F] _
no sins like _ _ [Em] super sins.
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