When I pray for my sins, I feel sad.
Wondering how many frowns I stone at God’s smiles.
I know all good saints were once bad.
The journey begins with one step for thousand miles.
All of my crimes since I was a lad,
I kept in the secret, in God’s open files.
Every pleasure that drives me mad.
I don’t slow down to wave good byes.
Under the nostril of the Sun, I live the fad.
For nothing there’s I haven’t sin with my eyes.