Lyrics The Most Unoriginal Sin - John Hiatt, The Goners

The Most Unoriginal Sin

What there was left of us
Was all covered in dust and thick skin
A half eaten apple, the whole Sistine Chapel
And painted on the head of a pin
A life long love’s work
Gone up in a smirk
And you didn’t even see her waltz in
Now this love is a ghost
For having played host
To the most unoriginal sin
At the wedding we smiled
While some devil played wild violin
Soon after the chapel she offered me that apple
One bite and I was gone with the wind
And you needed no proof
'Cause the whole naked truth
Was wearing only an infidels grin
And a proud school boys boast
For havin' left his post
For the most unoriginal sin
Now the jukebox is hummin'
All the venial short comings of men
But I found me this drink that can finally sink
All this guilt I been wallowing in
Buddy once you get started
Once true love’s departed
You do it over and over again
So tonight I will toast
Just who ever comes close
To the most unoriginal sin
Yeah tonight I will toast
Just who ever comes close
To the most unoriginal sin