saint? But father forgive me, help me Give me more to complain The hand of the saint Ooh, yeah I need the hand of the saint Ohh, yeah
bigger difference who's the sinner who's the saint father forgive me - help me give me more to complain the hand of the saint i never thought i 'll
Traduction: Pécheur. Main de la Saint.
know it never bothers me, In One Ear, and right out the other, people talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand Now i know i'm not a saint, i been a sinner
understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man Some me call me Abel, Some men call me Cain, Some men call me sinner, Lord Some men call me saint
up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow And that your saints and sinners
get up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow And that saints and sinners
tell him something You ain't gotta fold your hands Say it with your heart Your soul and believe it And I'd say amen Bang a drum for the sinners
Please to meet you hope you guess my name But what's confusin you is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints
meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints
the love we made We will become, become Become the endless chain We will become, become Become forgotten name We will become, become Become sinner and the saint
to tell him something You ain't gotta fold your hands Say it with your heart Your soul and believe it And I'd say amen Bang a drum for the sinners Bang
court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner There's no cash
Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner There
first county all league pimp selection, Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injection I went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner Once was a preacher
You read about them in the papers every morning The sinners, the saints in the stories You judge them all even you're wrong so you can feel better So