When you're living off the land Living off the land I'm just a man doing the best that I can Saint or a sinner, the loser can be a winner with a plan I'll be damned, sometimes it's hard, the backed-up bills on the credit card She keep on threatenin' to

So let’s sit by an English river ‘Til the water runs dry We’re neither saints or sinners So leave your history behind Can we light a cigarette And talk about days gone by? Let’s grab a bottle and take it one day at a time Take it one day at a time Let’s

Wait for it It takes and it takes and it takes I'm willing to wait for it Between the sinners

Lord have mercy if you please Lord have mercy lord have mercy on me Please have mercy lord have mercy on me And if I've done somebody wrong Well if I've done somebody wrong I used to have plenty of money The finest clothes in town Bad luck and trouble

Hold my hand Will you hold my hand when you know I'm a sinner? Bless my soul, even though I'm a sinner Bless my soul Hold my hand, hold my hand I'm losing my faith, though, I was never religious Losing my patience while I pray for forgiveness Washing my

Fire on fire, we're normally killers They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms You are perfection, my only direction It's fire on fire With this much desire, together, we're winners 'Cause

You say our love Is like dynamite Well you're killing me Why don't you just set me free Too young to fall in love Run for the hills We're both sinners and saints Not a woman but a whore I can just taste the hate

On the mouth of the river On the mouth of the river (woah) And the wrath of the giver With the hands of a sinner And the wrath of the giver (woah) With the hands of a sinner (woah) Oh I am going under I am going under Oh the mouth of the river

I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh? Pray for me Hallucination of money, while nigga's

I'll shake my fist up to the sky Just keeping my dreams alive I'm one part saint and two part sinner, And the last part is still on the line If I only knew what I know Grown from a seed of hope I've never known Been raised by the surroundings of a home