favourite sinner
when God comes to me I will be shaking
gun loaded on my knee, my fingers waiting
gonna tell him I was born mistaken
then I'm gonna let my fingers slip
God help my shaking hand, I can see your light
they're lining up the dead
gonna take another sip of your soul, your favourite sinner.
my God is just a dream, he's got the answers
this city's killing me, faster and faster
gonna tell him I was born broken
and then I'm gonna let myself run free.
God help my burning hair, I can see your light
they're lining up the dead
gonna take another sip of your soul, your favourite sinner.