Lord Lord Lord - Praga Khan

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