I'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut

Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink, I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fat ass, but you shake it like you ain't a ho 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los

Everyone hurts the same Shame on me, shame on me Its not like its worth it Hey, I'm not tryin to be perfect Hey, I'm not tryin to be special 'Cause I ain't no angel Bridges that I burned And lovers that I hurt

I ain't no angel, I never was But I never hurt you, it's not my fault You see those egg shells, they're broken up A million pieces, strewn out across the ground Remember once the things you told me And how the tears ran from my eyes They didn't fall

Feel my heat takin' you higher, burn with me, Heaven's on fire Paint the sky with desire, angel fly, Heaven's on fire I'm getting closer, baby hear me breathe You know the way to give me what I need Just let me love you and you'll never leave I look at

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

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

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

Saints protect her now Come angels of the Lord Come angels of unknown

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