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