No matter what I say Days will come and go Nothing's set in stone I know no matter what I say I got this feeling, I can't keep it down anymore Bring me some healing Saint Cecilia, carry me home to your house of broken bones I know no matter what I say

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

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)

Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake (Called a fake) I'm not an idol, not an angel, not a saint (I'm not a saint) I walk alone, I always have, I'm not ashamed (Not ashamed) I walk alone (On and on and on) Love me or hate me

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

To turn you around No how, no way You're not always an angel, baby I don't have a reason I don't have no reason I don't have all the reasons I ain't going nowhere, baby And I ain't no saint Oh Lord, and I ain't no saint

Matuidi Charo, Matuidi Charo Charbonne toujours les mains gantées Paris-Saint-Germain, bando, Matuidi Charo Trafinquinté est la parole Lunettes teintées Phares xénon, vitres teintées (Bando bando) J'partais au charbon Pied d'biche, portes blindées

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

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

Saint Anger 'round my neck I'm madly in anger with you! You flush it out, you flush it out He never gets respect Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets I hit the lights on these dark sets And I need to set my anger free I need a voice to let myself To let