Saints Song 2009 - Baby Boy Da Prince featuring Lil Boosie

Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums filled the breeze God lifted these islands from the ocean They stood strong for centuries So it's fitting they were named after men with golden halos 'Cause angels don't give in just cause a little wind blows We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Woah, woah Woah, woah For the farmer in the field of sugar cane For the drunkard in his hammock, dryin' out after the rain For the teacher in the classroom, kid kickin' cans in the street For the captain and his bar mate, prayin' down on bended knees We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Woah, woah Woah, woah This brokenness will heal, this weakness will be strong Let's lift our voice together as the saints go marchin' on We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah

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

Midnight confessions Whiskey therapy sessions Buying drinks to buy some time Beneath the stained glass neon lights While the bartender listens As long as you're tippin' It's a place to heal and a place to hurt After a long week of hell it's like Sunday at church You'll hear dirty jokes and the gospel truth The jukebox choir singing in a corner booth We're here every weekend, bring your burdens, bring your pain Everybody's welcome at the church of the dive bar saints Yeah Well the bartop's been baptized In spilled beer and cheap wine Oooh, this congregation doesn't judge But they take your keys if you've had too much They got your back here That's why we keep coming back here It's a place to heal and a place to hurt After a long week of hell it's like Sunday at church You'll hear dirty jokes and the gospel truth The jukebox choir singing in the corner booth We're here every weekend, bring your burdens, bring your pain Everybody's welcome at the church of the dive bar saints Yeah, the Dive Bar Saints Oh that marquee shines like a beacon of hope Come find your second chance in that second-hand smoke It's a place to heal and a place to hurt After a long week of hell it's like Sunday at church (Hallelujah) You'll hear dirty jokes and the gospel truth The jukebox choir singing in the corner booth We're here every weekend, bring your burdens, bring your pain Everybody's welcome at the church (everybody's welcome at the church) Yeah everybody's welcome to the church of the dive bar saints Yeah, the Dive Bar Saints Everybody's welcome at the church Of the Dive Bar Saints