Texty:
Burning Love Lives Of The Saints

shouldn't throw stones people who live in glass houses don't throw stones people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones because they risk having boulders crash down on their lovely

hire,' it's what we waited for Hey Gloria, this is why we're on the edge The fight of our live's been drawn in this undying love Gloria, Viva La Gloria

jury, we are the saints Our minds divide, the past repeats A war still brewing in the hearts of those we once bled I am the knowing, the living dead

poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned

I am Right or wrong. I sing my song the best I can Therefore I am All you mean to NPG to the maximum Want you to understand somethin' asta Come me say, love

the top of the list, that's Benzino Hangman with the gangsta hits, that's Benzino Top dog that you never forget, that's Benzino Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn

on cold island Living on cold island The radio is faint Victories and voices Keep calling you a saint Living on cold island You can't escape the flames Burning

Mama still tries, to open his eyes 'cause the way a man lives is the way a man dies His father's doing twenty-five to life 'cause the love of money

tell you're not alone Locked behind those bars of you, wish there was a way I could help, too young to know what to do, lessons burn the point you've proven This love