Olivia Newton-John - Sordid Lives lyrics

Now who has to judge who has a sain´t & who has a sinner
Lord, it is 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 has to say who has a sinner & who has a sain´t
Who has to say who you can love & who you can not
Now it is easy for the pot to call the kettle black
They are just jealous of the hot & lusty sordid lives they led

Aint it a bitch sortin´ out our sordid lives
It is a bitch when you come to realize
got yourself a box of Cracker Jacks
then you get a really shitty prize
It is a bitch sortin´ out our sordid lives

Now we struggled comin´ down the chute to take our 1st breath
and we struggle for acceptance from birth to death
But the Lord´s too busy tryin´ to keep the world on it is feet
He aint got time to give a damn about what goes on between the sheets

Aint it a bitch sortin´ out our sordid lives
It is a bitch when you come to realize
got yourself a box of Cracker Jacks
then you get a really shitty prize
It is a bitch sortin´ out our sorry little sordid lives

Olivia Newton-John Ringtones