Swallowing Sin.

There's sin flying on her face
And a little on the floor
There's a
Knock
Knock
Knocking
'Cause someone's at the door.

There's sin matted in her hair
And on the ceiling fan
How did all this happen?
He only used his hand.

It's on the family photo
It's stickier than I thought
There's sin on the silverware
And it's even in the pots.

I'd try to wash it off
But some got inside the shower
It's dripping off my Garnier
Sin tastes a little sour.

I'll need a miracle to clean this
And the day is wearing thinner
I'd close my hands to pray
But I can't 'cause I'm a sinner.