Sordid Lives

Now who's to judge who's a saint and who's a sinner

Lord, it's tough enough to trudge from brunch to dinner

We seek the light of truth between our white lies

We sleep away our youth under tattletale skies

Now who's to say who's a sinner and who's a saint

Who's to say who you can love and who you can't

Now it's easy for the pot to call the kettle black

They're just jealous of the hot and lusty sordid lives they led

Ain't it a bitch sortin' out our sordid lives

It's a bitch when you come to realize

got yourself a box of Cracker Jacks

then you get a really shitty prize

It's a bitch sortin' out our sordid lives

Now we struggled comin' down the chute to take our first breath

and we struggle for acceptance from birth to death

But the Lord's too busy tryin' to keep the world on it's feet

He ain't got time to give a damn about what goes on between the sheets

Ain't it a bitch sortin' out our sordid lives

It's a bitch when you come to realize

got yourself a box of Cracker Jacks

then you get a really shitty prize

It's a bitch sortin' out our sorry little sordid lives