saint? But father forgive me, help me Give me more to complain The hand of the saint Ooh, yeah I need the hand of the saint Ohh, yeah
bigger difference who's the sinner who's the saint father forgive me - help me give me more to complain the hand of the saint i never thought i 'll
Übersetzung: Sünder. Hand Of The Saint.
to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man Some me call me Abel, Some men call me Cain, Some men call me sinner, Lord Some men call me saint
Phanatik, take time dawg and think on these things Think about how you're a sinner and you need to be clean We sons of Adam fallen sinners and deserve
a couple of men, who would live it out,.. I was something like Thomas, I landed my hand on my doubt Got my hands to the plough, not my hands to the gun
: Keep your hands to your self Sinners lose their legs, so the saints will march in place To the tune of every doubt you?ve ever had That you ever had
up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow And that your saints and sinners
to tell him something You ain't gotta fold your hands Say it with your heart Your soul and believe it And I'd say amen Bang a drum for the sinners
you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints
of God Out of heaven he is cast Condemned to walk the earth The arch angels fall from grace [Chorus:] Son of dawn, sinners and saints Banished forever
beggar now, you've become the saint somehow I've become the beggar now, you've become the saint somehow I've become the beggar now, you've become the saint somehow Hand
name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game (woo woo, who who) Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As
to tell him something You ain't gotta fold your hands Say it with your heart Your soul and believe it And I'd say amen Bang a drum for the sinners Bang
wonder why. But you brought me here to lay my stone-my love, my love- on this black day in July. You could call me sinner, you could call me saint. Yeah
in trenches Fight defenses ducking bullets this that hood shit Show more footage Speak from pulpits (Fellow Americans you are now under a new era) We all are sinners
to meet you Hope you guessed my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah Every cop is a criminal And all the sinners are saints
worthy In Your light we see light, in Your eyes we shine You give strength and justice, and the broken are made right Sinners, saints, and angels sing
