Olivia Newton-john - Sordid Lives lyrics

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 b**h sortin' out our sordid lives It's a b**h when you come to realize got yourself a box of Cracker Jacks then you get a really sh**ty prize It's a b**h 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 d**h 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 b**h sortin' out our sordid lives It's a b**h when you come to realize got yourself a box of Cracker Jacks then you get a really sh**ty prize It's a b**h sortin' out our sorry little sordid lives