Saints Game Party - J.M.3 & TOCA

I'm sorry, but you story isn't adding up Think your religion is a lie to keep my mouth shut So I won't testify to crime you're keeping score of Why don't you throw me to the wolves I thought you were one? You were standing there like an angry god Counting out my sins just to cross them off Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust And that my blood couldn't keep you My dear, you're not so innocent You're fooling Heaven's gates So you won't have to change You're no saint, you're no saint, yeah Your revelations don't look nothing like the pictures You read between the lines and don't stick to the scriptures You only follow rules if other follow with you That doesn't sound too holy, only playing victim You were standing there like an angry god Counting out my sins just to cross them off Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust And that my blood couldn't keep you My dear, you're not so innocent You're fooling Heaven's gates So you won't have to change You're no saint, you're no saint, yeah So keep your judgment for someone else, I've had enough And keep your judgment for someone else, I've had enough So keep your judgment for someone else, I've had enough And keep your judgment for someone else, I've had enough My dear, you're not so innocent You're fooling Heaven's gates So you won't have to change You're no saint, you're no saint, yeah

Dreaming too long Wake up Hear? ocean roaring? feeling Making fishes mouths inside your skin Now your senses Grow impatiently Feel the light is landing On the surface of your being Like you're dragging an old dress along a floor