Hi Jean. I suppose this meets the criteria, what with the word SIN sprinkled in a couple places.


Born Into The Sin
© 2009 Greg C. Brown

To every man there comes a time
When prophecies and fate entwine.
The visions once behind his eyes
All come to pass.
They come to pass but awfully slow.

The gypsy in the darkened room,
Who sees tomorrow and its gloom,
Has mumbled something about a spoon
And food of life.
The food of life we eat so slow.

CHORUS
I ran across a holy man
Who clutched a bible in his hand
From which he read.
We are born into the sin
To live and die and live again,
That’s what he said. That’s what he read.

When clouds grow black and winds are blown,
The lightning strikes and thunder groans,
It’s every man who saves his own
Poor wretched soul.
His wretched soul belongs to God.

CHORUS
I ran into a beggar man
Who held a bottle in his hand
That smelled of wine.
“It isn’t just perchance we meet,”
He said as I began to weep.
I had no dime. He said, “take mine.”

The earth is scarred with wounds of fear,
Apocalypse is surely near,
You may have time for one last beer
Before you die.
Before you die remember this:

You were born into the sin,
She was born into the sin,
I was born into the sin,
We were born into the sin,
That’s what I’ve heard.



If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding.