Sinners Winners by The Holloways Lyrics

Out on the tarmac
There stands Scouse Jack
Megaphone and anorack
Shouting out ‘Listen Matt
Choose Christianity, don’t choose humanity’
He lost sanity a long time ago
Coming out of Topshop
Girl with a mop top
Cheeky little boob tube
YouTube lover
Round at the back door, crack whore
Morals slack for a reason, I’ll tell you what’s more
Play her down and beat her
Treat her meaner
Never made her keener, man you should’ve seen her
Now on the forecast, she’s got a snow blast
She better run fast, she’ll die a young lass
All the sinners and the winners, sitting down for dinner
All the salaries are fat, the mistresses are thinner
All these cats have their kittens on celery
And all these twats have their mittens on the treasury
And my mum always said to me
You gotta do the right thing, do the right thing
Or they’ll hunt you down, karma’s always quicker than a clown
Outside the school gates
That’s where your mum waits
Burger and chips, playing up cos you never ate
Healthy little bite size, pasta and salad sides
Literary lettuce and a lesser known appetite
Jamie Oliver
Stick out your olive branch
Kids ain’t got a chance, stuck in a trance
Sat on computers, join up the routers
Big distributors of fatness is fruitless
All the sinners and the winners, sitting down for dinner
All the salaries are fat, the mistresses are thinner
All these cats have their kittens on celery
And all these twats have their mittens on the treasury
And my mum always said to me
You gotta do the right thing, do the right thing
Or they’ll hunt you down, karma’s always quicker than a clown
Out on the tarmac
There stands scouse jack
Megaphone and anorack
Shouting out ‘Listen Matt
Why be a sinner when you can be a winner?’
The man’s got a point, yeah, he can be forgiven
All the sinners and the winners, sitting down for dinner
All the salaries are fat, the mistresses are thinner
All these cats have their kittens on celery
And all these twats have their mittens on the treasury
(The meaning of life)
And my mum always said to me
You gotta do the right thing, do the right thing
Or they’ll hunt you down, karma’s always quicker than a clown
Yeah my mum always said to me
You gotta do the right thing, do the right thing
Or they’ll hunt you down, karma’s always quicker than a clown
Karma’s always quicker than a clown