A Common Sin

There is nothing original About suffering for your sins All limbs are vestigial If you're out you're in The hammer is blunt And may be overkill Words are just a grunt A guttural spill There is nothing new Under the sun Ecclesiastical few Or less wonderful fun I read a book once or twice It laid down the law The pictures were nice But the story was flawed There is something rotten In the air tonight There is something rotten In the air tonight There is something rotten In the air tonight Something rotten In the air There is something rotten In the air tonight It tastes like ill begotten Kisses, but not quite It feels like sinning Without any guilt I could be winning If I didn't always wilt The screw is loose And the driver is cracked I cooked your goose For an evening snack I could be powerful If I didn't even care I just go sour though So buyer beware