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5 Star Grave - Ain\'t That Saint lyrics

Artist: 5 Star Grave

album: Corpse Breed Syndrome


She's ridin' fast on the miracle lane
5 inches heels and a bottle of ale
She's goin' down with the devil tonight
Holdin' her breath for the very last time
My living fire, my alibi
You want me, you need me
My razor queen, my guillotine
You hold me, you kill me
Ain't too despicable god that I worship her lips
More than scars & thorns of your sole precious son?
I don't need the body of Christ or your funeral culture
'Coz all of my sins are conceived in the fire
L.A. look and a porcelain skin
This baby angel's got a devil within
She lights the candle and continues to grind
And won't be over till the end of the night
My living fire, my alibi
You want me, you need me
My razor queen, my guillotine
You hold me, you kill me
Ain't too despicable god that I worship her lips
More than scars & thorns of your sole precious son?
I don't need the body of Christ or your funeral culture
'Coz all of my sins are conceived in the fire
Ain't too despicable god that I worship her lips
More than scars & thorns of your sole precious son?
I don't need the body of Christ or your funeral culture
'Coz all of my sins are conceived in the fire
[Solo]
Ain't too despicable god that I worship her lips
More than scars & thorns of your sole precious son?
I don't need the body of Christ or your funeral culture
'Coz all of my sins are conceived in the fire
Ain't too despicable god that I worship her lips
More than scars & thorns of your sole precious son?
I don't need the body of Christ or your funeral culture
'Coz all of my sins are conceived in the fire
By a saviour of fire

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