C has nothing to do with it

I had sins once but God he say

'forget about it kid'

I'd been so sad with worry
and heavy with troubles

That I became a Saint In The Gutter
a poor dead cat at my feet

I noticed everyone else was just so -
had big hearts all of their own

I cried then into my hands -
me alone at the side of the road

God he gave me milk and honey
said Love's Not My Lost Thing

'Lordy,' I say, 'why you make me break?'

'Kid,' He say, 'it's how it is -
I'm the maker, you're the breaker.'