Lyrics:
not ashamed:
Riddle's my middle name.
I'm not a saint,
I've got no complaints:
There's a lot of worse things I ain't.
I'm crackin' up.
I'm
fun
Hmm, almost nearly but not quite plumb
When it's time for the final date with
Old Saint Pete's at the pearly gate
He'll say I hope you're ready
could do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't wanna live that way
No, I will never be a saint
But I will always say
Squint your eyes
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!
Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one
beg, just don't walk away
Janie don't you take your love to town
Sitting here while you're fast asleep
In the bathroom by the sink
Trying
and a woman
And you're the one, there's no-one else
You make me want to lose myself
In the mysterious distance
Between a man and a woman
Brown eyed girl
and war
By the zillionth time I waste my life
Petty moments past gone by
As months and years and crucial crimes
And many many many many days I've cried
no more
You're coming with me
My love, you'll live for
Fuel the sins of the saint
Your soul I will taint
Fuel the sins of the saint
The picture is
Standing beside an open grave
You're fate decided, your life erased
Your final hour has come today
Lit by the fire of your temples burning
You
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
But you're my favourite work of art
Things buyin Hawaii from Beverly Hills
Back to JFK no no rebel stay ill
Rock and roll is drive me dopes be like my
When the night is getting closer
And you got no one by your side
It’s like the world falls down on you
And there’s nowhere you can hide
You feel
a fool, still in your dreams
And when you're wrapped in your blame
Fullfil your own prophecy
No skin of my teeth
(Chorusx2):
The only good god is a dead god
couldn't play guitar like Van Halen
Had no secret chords like Saint David
But you still came around, ate your lunch with me
Used to park your car to try
victim of the modern age
Tell me the colour of time
And all your sins will be redeemed
Desperate times, more desperate measures
You're a product
dicks
So if it's
Lyrics with a live band (Yo, this shit is funky)
No, fuck funky, the shit hit the fan
See, if you're steppin' to my set, you niggas
by my own hand, it's
life biting right at your heels
I didn't plan it
But it's finally something to feel oh
Look around you
Ain't no saints here baby
how she survives
They come to her at night
Oh Saint Teresa
I know you're tired
So lay with me and rest a while
There's no way for me to love her
underfed"
"No, I'd better be going
I'll have coffee instead"
"Let me give you some money"
I say, "There's no need
You don't owe me nothing
It's what
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
Remodeling the wreckage of my past
But when it comes to you
I know I said I do
But I don't, no I don't
YOU'RE UNFORGIVEN SO GO ON LIVING
KNOWING THAT I'VE
a smile and a product placement
Your worthiness is measured
By how many followers?
Truthfulness a minor hindrance
As long as your reach keeps growing
No
and women I know who caught up in chains
Steady living in vain
And they sit with no shame
And they slack in the prison
Until they meet up with saints
Who
straight guys close their book
When he's walkin' by your pool
This is the ultimate cool
All the girls are smilin'
The Sun is shinin'
No vacation from dramas
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