What is a sin
We know it's not gin.
Control your rocks,
Don't covet that ox.
Your neighbour's wife,
can ruin your life.
Don't worship idols
Though it is rife
What is a sin
but a loss or a win?
The victor writes the history
what he leaves out is a mystery
The common good, a bloodless coup
what he don't like you mustn't do
Freedom hidden, fake free will
it takes just a herb to rouse old Bill
But faced with rape or theft or mugging
expect to see some shoulder shrugging.
Our taxes fund an endless war
They take our cash but what's it for?
Top dogs in pursuit of money
Worldly goods and milk and honey.
Bush, Blair and bankers worship god
He's on their side and their iPod
An ephemeral being, much like a ghost
His face crops up on towels and toast
Spread by missionary zeal
They take a myth and make it real
Plant the seed early if you can
Give me the child I'll shape the man
I left the club because I chose.
The emperor he wears no clothes
Or (v2)
What is a sin
We know it's not gin.
That used to be out
But now it's back in.
So reign in your rocks,
Don't covet an ox
(even a fit one
in suspenders and socks).
Your neighbour's wife,
can ruin your life.
Oh, and don't worship idols
Though the practice is rife
Bush, Blair and bankers all worship god
He resides in their team, their church and iPod
This ephemeral being is much like a ghost
His face crops up often on towels and toast.
Together they maintain a terrible war
Mouthing thanks for the taxes - but what's it all for?
Yes my cynical rants often fail to be funny
Just like these top dogs wagging tails for the money
Spreading their wisdom with missionary zeal
Taking a myth, making it real.
They say: plant the seed early whenever you can
And: give me the child and I'll shape the man
If you're going to believe cos you're plain fucking lazy
Don't come crying to me when you find it's all crazy
Try leaving the club and awake from your doze
Cos the emperor's laughing and wearing no clothes
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