You were the devil and I was no saint
Blurred lines, thin lines - Who is to blame?
And I wish I could play the victim
But I defied...
So one more fill me up
Just a little bit of punishment in my cup
In the night we get so drunk and Lord
It never really is enough
So am I really a saint
Or just a sinner with a heavenly song?
Have got to be wrong
I never really believed religion
Cause I never found love was prison
But now I am my own conviction
That I defied...
For the Sinners