Get, get, get, get, get out and push And now we're wasting time Same old pickup lines And you keep trying Don't waste time I can almost taste it All right, you sinners, swing! Danger in the rear view mirror There's trouble in the wind Badness bringing up

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

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

You love me for everything you hate me for I am the dirt you created And your whore But let me tell you something baby I am your sinner (And I can be your whore) So how can this be? You’re praying to me As I look in your eyes

He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads When mine is the heart and the soul of the song There may be lovers who hold out their hands but He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher, when

I am a sinner and I worship evil Blood is thinner but you will never know Can you confess that you thrive in chaos? You're a sorceress and your eye is on the lost But you're dying It's in your eyes You're a charlatan You get everything you wish You're a

Black tears, rolling down, From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town, She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose, She's got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen's club She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right, Makes her

Let them hail the hollow one Bow before the damned Forge ahead into the night Forget the lessons of the past No remorse for the sinner No repent for the waking dead Hide their faces from the light Let the past live again We will still set in motion

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

She forgives me when I can't I'm a long-gone Waylon song on vinyl And loves me like Jesus does All the crazy in my dreams Yeah, she knows the man I ain't 'Cause she loves me like Jesus does I'm a back row sinner at a tent revival But she believes in me