We were born on the wrong side of grace, Lipstick sinners with a holy face. Gold chain dreams and gasoline hearts, We light the match just to watch it start. A little faith, a little sin, A dirty smile in porcelain skin. We’re the saints and the sinners, The lovers and the killers. Caught between the fire and the rain, Yeah, we rise, we fall But we’d do it all again. Broken halos on the barroom floor, Another promise we can’t ignore. Heaven’s cheap when you’ve paid your dues, Every scar’s just another excuse. A little sin, a little prayer, Every angel’s got a cross to bear. We’re the saints and the sinners, The dreamers and the drifters. Running from the thunder and the pain, Yeah, we bleed, we crawl But we’d do it all again. We’re not lost we’re just alive, Living fast to feel the drive. Every lie we ever told, Is written in red and trimmed in gold. We’re the saints and the sinners, The damned and the believers. We’ve seen heaven through a whiskey glass, And kissed the devil on our way to mass. Yeah, we’re saints… and sinners… Just burning for something that lasts.
