Lord, Lord, Lord

Lord, lord, lord
Help me find a righteous soul
Yes, lord, lord, lord
'Cause I'm way out of control
I ask you lord, lord, lord
Help me find a righteous soul

We change the colour of our skin
'Cause none of us are free from sin
Belief is not our sunday best
You put us sinners to the test
Our world is one big toxic site
Where unbelief and fear abide
We fight, we swear, we lie, we cheat
We just don't care, we're filled with greed

Lord, lord, lord
I am digging my own grave
Yes, lord, lord, lord
I'm a sinner, I'm depraved
I tell you lord, lord, lord
I keep digging my own grave

Our guilt becomes our cross to bear
But yet it seems nobody cares
We are a thorn stuck in your head
Fighting for our daily bread T
He moral code that holds us fast
Gets broken daily, and surpassed
We gamble, swindle and betray
We live in total disarray