SINNERS

I don't know the people with a judging eye

I know the freaks with an open mind

I don't know the people with a secret life

I know the ones in the spotlight

Truth sets you free every time

You say you love me

Then you leave me and you testify

That I'm a dirty little demon running out of time

Think when judgment day comes

We're gonna see who's right

If being me is wrong

Then let me be the issue

If singing my own song, makes you sad

Then grab the tissues

Cry to Hail Mary

Let her pick the winner

I don't know the saints

I know the sinners

I don't know the people hiding in the light

I know the freaks that marry the night

The ones who play by their own rules

Don't need the good book to be good to you

No, no, no

Yeah, they love me, never leave me hanging high and dry

Stick together, birds of a feather

Chosen family ties

When judgment day comes

Know who I want by my side

If you in the wrong then let me be the issue

If singing my own song makes you sad then grab the tissues

Cry to Hail Mary, let her pick the winner

I don't know the saints, I'm a sinner

Ooooh

I'm a sinner

Ooooh

I don't know

I don't know the people pleasers

Know the boys and the six inch pleasers

And the girls wrapped up real tight

Loving whoever they liked

I don't know the hypocrites

Throwing stones from glass closets

I know the folks who live for themselves

And no one else

If being me is wrong, then let me be the issue

If singing my own song, makes you sad then grab the tissues

Cry to Hail Mary, let her pick the winner

I don't know the saints

I'm a sinner

Oh yeah

I'm a sinner, baby

I don't know the saints

I'm a sinner