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

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

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

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

The gods will ignore your end (they'll defend the elder) The lords won't salute you The savior won't heal your soul Now let the saints The saints come marching in The hare once betrayed me and so did the fox and the crow Just once defied me There's me

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

No trial, no case for reason I've been chosen to pay with my life Mad men define what mad is Turning witches and saints to ashes My flesh will feed the demon Rising masses marching to find heretic Heretic blood Please, don’t leave me As they search for

She's not a saint and she's not what you think She's an actress, whoa She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, whoa Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep

I like to play with the cash, go to Chanel and spaz Kicking flavors Saint Laurent watch how I walk Ain't no favors, they gon' outline you in chalk You the biggest, biggest hater of them all It ain't no time, it ain't no time, it ain't no time It ain't no

For the sinner, God is ready God is ready, when you're ready We don’t need no truth, got planted now It grows on trees I don’t let it or 8 side loose There’s no saint and there’s no sinner Done more dirt than these I know that we can do more right that