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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 (Thanks to sabrina for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania