[TITLE: NO SAINTS HERE] [INTRO] Yeah... Ayy, turn that guitar up 808 underneath that six-string Everybody's got a story Mine just ain't been pretty [VERSE 1] Boots hit the pavement, dust on my name I've made a few moves that I can't explain Got a little bit of trouble running through my veins And a whole lot of lessons from the pouring rain I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna pretend I've lost a few battles, made mistakes again I've watched good intentions go the wrong way But I learned more from the nights than the days I don't wear a halo, don't play that part Got a few rough edges and a stubborn heart I've been wrong before, I'll be wrong again But at least you know exactly where I stand [PRE-CHORUS] Don't put me on a pedestal I was never built that high I got scars beneath this leather And some truth I can't disguise [CHORUS] THERE AIN'T NO SAINTS HERE Just a few good hearts with a few bad years We got our own roads, we got our own fears A little bit of truth and a lot of souvenirs THERE AIN'T NO SAINTS HERE Everybody's got something they don't wanna hear I won't fake perfect just to fit your view I'm a little bit broken, but my heart stays true NO SAINTS HERE Yeah, no saints here! [POST-CHORUS] No halo, no crown Still standing, still proud No saints, no lies Just living this life [VERSE 2] New York pressure with a country soul Philly drums hit when the bass gets low Six-string talking while the streetlights glow Everybody's got a past they don't wanna show I've seen clean-cut people do the dirtiest things Heard sweet little promises with some broken strings I've learned that a smile don't tell you much And a handshake don't always mean trust I don't need approval, don't need applause I know who I am and I know my flaws If you want the truth, then here's your chance I ain't selling dreams, I ain't playing a dance [DRILL BREAK] Look! No crown! No throne! Made mine! On my own! No mask! No show! Real ones! They know! 808 knock, let the guitar scream Ain't no picture-perfect American dream From the backroad dirt to the city lights We ain't all angels, but we live our lives! [CHORUS] THERE AIN'T NO SAINTS HERE Just a few good hearts with a few bad years We got our own roads, we got our own fears A little bit of truth and a lot of souvenirs THERE AIN'T NO SAINTS HERE Everybody's got something they don't wanna hear I won't fake perfect just to fit your view I'm a little bit broken, but my heart stays true [BRIDGE — COUNTRY ROCK] I've been the reason for a few goodbyes I've had to swallow my own pride I've had to look myself straight in the face And own the things I can't erase But I won't spend my whole life Trying to hide what's underneath I'm not the man I was back then And I ain't done becoming me [FINAL CHORUS] THERE AIN'T NO SAINTS HERE Just a few good hearts with a few bad years We got our own roads, we got our own fears And we're still standing after all these years THERE AIN'T NO SAINTS HERE No perfect people, no crystal-clear I won't fake perfect just to fit your view I'm a little bit broken, but my heart stays true NO SAINTS HERE! NO SAINTS HERE! Yeah, we're still standing And we're still right here! [OUTRO] Six strings fading... 808 still knocking... No halos... No pretending... Just real. Kane B. Rivers.
