Lyrics

Well, I can't help the things I do I stay lost until I'm found I drag my hate through the dirt and then dust it off uptown Behold a righteous hypocrite with poison in his veins Blinded by religion when it goes against the grain Tent revival, holy choir Soul survivor, lost desire Wayward son, sick and tired of Praying for forgiveness Lord, tonight I'm breathing fire Is it something in the water or just my DNA That makes a Sunday morning saint out of this old piece of clay Do I make another promise or pray a sinner's prayed Do I reach out for redemption or do I eve care Tent revival, holy choir Soul survivor, lost desire Wayward son, sick and tired of Praying for forgiveness Lord, tonight I'm breathing fire Well, it seems like every time I'm doing right I always turn toward wrong, always turn toward wrong And by the time I finally see the light The darkness feels like home, feels like home Tent revival, holy choir Soul survivor, lost desire Wayward son, sick and tired of Praying for forgiveness Lord, tonight I'm breathing fire