Текст песни Praising God, Raising Hell - Sinead Burgess

There you are so clean down on your knees
A southern man your good mama raised you to be
Praying for the light but found the stars of hollywood
Guess you got around in tinsel town and turned your back pretty good
Turned your back pretty good

Now the hardest part is I can't trust myself
When you're lying there but you're with someone else
It's getting harder to believe the one I thought I knew so well
When you're praising God but raising hell

Here I am broken down on my knees
There she is so damn eager to please
Yeah you got some nerve showing up on Sunday
Begging for forgiveness in the bed that you made
In the bed that you made

But the hardest part is I can't trust myself
When you're lying there but you're with someone else
Getting harder to believe the one I thought I knew so well
When you're praising God but raising hell
Raising hell
The hardest part is I can't trust myself
When you're lying there but you're screwing someone else
It's getting harder to believe the one I thought I knew so well
When you're praising God but raising hell
When you're praising God but raising hell
Raising hell