After The First Sin

After The First Sin
I told a lie to the priest
When I confessed my sins
It was very jolly for me
Even I tried not to seem to keen

From my blameless point of view
It was nothing but an excuse
To turn the knife in the wound
To life anyhow, win or lose

When I fell into sin again
It was "Talkin’bout New York"
I was almost fifteen
Years jumbled together, anyhow

Judgement, they promised, is upon us
The end of the world is at hand
Even I confessed my blasphemies
My fights and all my sins

There’re millions of liers
What’s one more or less?
That’s the kind of things I mean
When I talk about my sins
There’s no need to be sorry for me
Even I show signs of wear