I sin, I sin. I falter, I falter.
the merry soulless sip on their wine,
while i choose the divine, that dream of an apple pie.
we move slowly, we move ajar.
we may have a revolution going,
for the darkness in our heart.
the shining may outnumber us
while the mass will scream and shout.
o! merry is life, drink up the wine,
and here we sinners dream of an apple pie.
we catch the roses and save the thorns
because no bright love or vino can save us.
so we march on, our troopers gliding and hiding,
cause the merry are on the streets,
devouring the fruit of the cherry,
while we sinners dream of an apple pie.
so the chant goes on, let’s make it collective-
i sin, i sin. i falter, i falter.
