It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31

Give it up, give it up We are, we are the saints, we signed our life away Doesn't matter what you think, we're gonna do it anyway We are, we are the saints, one day you will confess And pray to the saints of Los Angeles Just wait until we're going down

Don't get much better than this It doesn't get much better than this Spent too much time getting ready for this These days it seems like I just can't miss And I must confess It don't get much better than this (Baby, ah) Don't get much better than this

Hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right (And we say) Hell yeah Fuckin' right, all right Interviews are like confessions Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? Are you single?

Everything is rosy now Lookin' at the world and everything that passes Seems a rosy hue somehow Why do I feel so spry? Don't blink your eye Needn't guess, I'll confess Certain someone just said 'yes' I will settle down, I vow That's why I'm lookin' at

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31

Surrender to nothing Run as far as you can Hold on to what I believe in But my heart Compassion confession Resolve and compromise Dedication domination Please define the lines

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31

The words that you needed so bad Ooh, but I'm scared to death That there may not be another one like this And I confess That I'm only holding on by a thin, thin thread I'm kicking the curb 'cause you never heard And I'm kicking the dirt 'cause I never

Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side, said she got one on the way These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions Damn near cried when I got that phone call