It’s Sin That’s Got Its Hold Upon Us

The drugs only made me cry
When I was havin' such a good time
And then that I lied

I suppose the company was alright
I prefer been worked inside
White skin baby, white
The pastor does not exist
There were birds that were nest
I try to hide

From Pony town to the Clyde
We we're smiles a mile away
A shotgun, rifle sprite

And it's sin that's got its hold upon us
And don't hold the runs with sins
For a sinner, it's gonna toil with us
So don't hold the runs with things

The pastor does not exist
There were birds that are nest
I try to hide
From Pony town to the Clyde
We we're smiles a mile away
A shotgun, rifle sprite
A shotgun, rifle sprite

That is not, we become hooked on sin
We have a like people who come hooked on drugs
We sing that we are in control of how we live
But actually doesn't work like that, does it?
The other way round
It's sin that's got its hold upon us