The silent comedy

No saints forgiven

The silent comedy
I need a confessor
Someone to hear my sin
I ain't learned my lesson
I wanna do it again
I won't pay no penance
To get clean my hands
No saints forgiven
Before the f‌ight begins
Another f‌ight begins

When the storm clouds break
That breath may be your last
And when the f‌ire rains down
Well you best just shield your head
Shield your head
Yeah
No, no, no saints forgiven

Don't bring no weapons
You know who I am
Go face your sentence
Your knee's bound to give
No shakes, no shivers
Pull limb from limb
No saints forgiven
Till the f‌inal lamp

When the storm clouds break
That breath may be your last
When the f‌ire rains down
And the storm clouds howl
And the river's wild
Well you best just shield your head
Yeah
No, no, no saints forgiven

I need a confessor
Someone to hear my sins
I ain't learned my lesson
I wanna do it again
Wanna do it again
No, no, no saints forgiven
No, no, no
No saints forgiven

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