Whatever happens here Drown me with rain I'm gonna wake up Screaming your name Yes I'm a sinner Yes I'm a saint Yeah every single time the wind blows Every single time the wind blows

So I'll be on my way Call me a sinner, call me a saint Tell me its over, I'll still love you the same Call me your favorite Call me the worst Tell me its over I don't want you to hurt Its all that I can say I've said it so many times Wrap me in a bolt of

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

Bitch don't kill my vibe Lord forgive me I am a sinner Who's probably gonna sin again Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink I got my music I would share it but today I'm yelling

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

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

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

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

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