Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Church Heathen, artist - Shaggy.
Date of issue: 30.06.2007
Song language: English
Church Heathen |
Ah ha, if you take this too serious |
Then you really need some church |
Them feel say through them go a church their sins |
Don’t need forgiving, forgiving |
Them really gone from bad to worse with them |
Your careless living, living |
Me ah boy no go church from how long |
Rather sleep through the morning and put on a slam |
But mi woman she ah pressure me fuh go confession |
So mi decide fi go and kill the conversation |
So mi sit down right beside sister Pam |
Who ah tell me everything about the congregation |
'Bout Sister Paulette and her gay husband |
And how she ah still ah sleep with the mini bus man |
Sister Gwen claim she ah Christian |
But ah last night dem catch her in ah stone love session |
She a do the dutty dance to de Matterhorn song |
And say she get de thing them from the baby cham |
Them feel say through them go a church their sins |
Don’t need forgiving, forgiving |
Them really gone from bad to worse with them |
Your careless living, living |
She all ah tell mi about the one Deacon |
Who ah drive the big Benz ah where him get money from |
That’s why nobody nah want give no collection |
Now see the church roof ah leak ah wah him really deh pan |
Every Sunday is a competition |
Mi see nuff ah dem a gwan like dem in ah name brand |
That deh setin’wah she ah wear come out ah some trunk bottom |
With deh canfah ball smell dat ah no new fashion |
Then she proceed fi talk 'bout dem man dem |
Only come ah service fi look church woman |
And fi fool up deh gyal talk about religion |
But mi could say nothing because mi know mi ah one |
Them feel say through them go a church their sins |
Don’t need forgiving, forgiving |
Them really gone from bad to worse with them |
Your careless living, living |
Next Sunday nah miss me, hear mi Soap opera can’t sweet so, hear mi Just sight some choir sista, hear mi Haffi secure mi walk through the Pearly gates |
Next Sunday nah miss me, hear mi Soap opera can’t sweet so, hear mi Just sight some choir sista, hear mi Haffi secure mi walk through the Pearly gates |
Me ah boy no go church from how long |
Rather sleep through the morning and put on a slam |
But mi woman she ah pressure me fuh go confession |
So mi decide fi go and kill the conversation |
So mi sit down right beside sister Pam |
Who ah tell me everything about the congregation |
'Bout Sister Paulette and her gay husband |
And how she ah still ah sleep with the mini bus man |
Sister Gwen claim she ah Christian |
But ah last night dem catch her in ah stone love session |
She a do the dutty dance to de Matterhorn song |
And say she get de thing them from the baby cham |
Them feel say through them go a church their sins |
Don’t need forgiving, forgiving |
Them really gone from bad to worse with them |
Your careless living, living |
Them feel say through them go a church their sins |
Don’t need forgiving, forgiving |
Them really gone from bad to worse with them |
Your careless living, living |