Lyrics

Be good to sinners

Manny was a priester who lived deep in a hole, paying off his bills, from pennies he stole
Lookin like a player while he blesses our soles, praying with the dice that he rolls

He hears the words his pappa said, hedge all your bets, look at both sides instead
The message that his ma would bring, play all your hands, don?t count on anything, the voices sing??

Be good to sinners, ya treat them well,
For it?s the sinners that decide who go to hell
Can?t see no angels, don?t hear no bells
Just feel the sinners at the gates which lead to hell

Charlie?s strolin down death row but seems not to care, he sits in the char, no sign of despair,
As he shares his final words he grins with a stare, his sermon begins with a prayer

What if there?s no heaven, then who will decide, where all the spirits lie
So I shun religion, but after I die, I?ll help the other side

Be good to sinners, ya treat them well,
For it?s the sinners that decide who go to hell
Can?t see no angels, don?t hear no bells
Just feel the sinners at the gates which lead to hell

Then Charlie says to father Manny my friend,
Just so you know I do not mean to offend
Any Manny looks upset, but he just pretends
They laugh it off together, and sing it again

Be good to sinners, ya treat them well,
For it?s the sinners that decide who go to hell
Can?t see no angels, don?t hear no bells
Just feel the sinners at the gates which lead to hell

© David Alter 2006