Lyrics

These 3 sins have finally found me Lust, ambition and greed Creepin' in the back door, they came without warning They burned whatever they could steal They burned whatever they could steal So please could you go back where you came from again? We don't want to harm ya We don't want to harm ya We are not your armor We're your friends These 3 sins have fell from their horses And taken me and you for a ride Deliver us from evil, let the devil disown me The serpents and the snakes will decide The serpents and the snakes will decide So please could you go back where you came from again? We don't want to harm ya We don't want to harm ya We are not your armor We're your friends So please could you go back where you came from again? We don't want to harm ya We don't want to harm ya We are not your armor We're your friends
Writer(s): Ian Ball, Benjamin Ottewell, Paul Blackburn, Thomas Gray, Oliver Peacock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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