We know the fire awaits unbelievers All of the sinners the same Girl, you and I will die unbelievers bound to the tracks of the train I'm not excited But should I be Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me? I know I love you And you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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