I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

I like to play with the cash, go to Chanel and spaz Kicking flavors Saint Laurent watch how I walk Ain't no favors, they gon' outline you in chalk You the biggest, biggest hater of them all It ain't no time, it ain't no time, it ain't no time It ain't no

Someone save us Heaven help us now Come crashing down We'll hear the sound As you're falling down Or make a saint of me? And will you lay for me? 'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need (You don't know a thing about my sins)

I do what I like, I do, I do I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I think us bad bitches is a gift from

Don't you think I'm lone, lonely enough? God, now how much more do I have to hurt? God, you don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me? It's been a

When the priest kill a maiden in the metal church Armored saints and warlocks watched the slaughter Rage of the slayer forced the pretty maids To kiss the queen in crimson glory Woooaaaahhhyeeeaaaahyeeaaah Take some venom and accept That you won't see

For the sinner, God is ready God is ready, when you're ready We don’t need no truth, got planted now It grows on trees I don’t let it or 8 side loose There’s no saint and there’s no sinner Done more dirt than these I know that we can do more right that

And screaming Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown Are we we are, are we we are the waiting Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, and screaming I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Starry nights

I pull her slowly Saint Laurent on both my feet All this jewelry, they gon' notice me Got your ho with me And you know I got that Rol' on me I wanna ride, ride, ride on it Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her Wanna cry, cry, cry on her Ay, wanna fly, fly, fly

She's not a saint and she's not what you think She's an actress, whoa She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, whoa Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep