Sloth from Bad Apple by Sam Bayer

Al Capone, he was bad to the bone
Had a heart like a stone
Didn't make any friends
But he was lax with his federal tax
Went to jail for the max
There his chronicle ends
He ran afoul of the Ten Commandments
Yes it was greed that finally put him away
But if he'd sinned with a little less ambition
He'd might still be sinning today

Well, I ain't very much of a saint
But I've got a complaint
About the wages of sin
Yes I need something simpler than greed
A little more my speed
A better fit for my skin
Gluttony and lust, well, they're mostly a bust
Envy and pride will eat you up inside
But if you sin from a seat on your sofa
You could be sinning till the day you've died

So don't bother biting the apple
Let someone else take the fall
Sloth is the sin that just keeps on sinnin'
Feels like you ain't even sinnin' at all

Robin Hood used his powers for good
Roamed the Nottingham wood
With the law on his tail
Just a thief whose career would be brief
Was the sheriff's belief
Justice soon would prevail
On the horns of a moral dilemma
Where crime both does and doesn't pay
But if they'd simply agreed to do nothing
They could have sinned all their troubles away

So don't bother biting the apple
Let someone else take the fall
Sloth is the sin that just keeps on sinnin'
Feels like you ain't even sinnin' at all

Alice in Wonderland slumbered in bed
While the Red Queen shouted, "Off with her head"
Everyone seems to be stubborn or late
Or pompous or greedy or rude or irate

But the Cheshire Cat seems contented and fat
Never cocky or proud, or too mad or too loud
He's the laziest sin to the end of his grin
And ain't that the state that I wanna be in

Sloth ain't a race, so there's no sense winnin'
It's the stillness of space where the world is spinnin'
Yeah, sloth is the sin that just keeps on sinnin'
Feels like you ain't even sinnin' at all

Well, I ain't very much of a saint

• Acoustic
• pop folk singer songwriter
• Boston