Favourite Sinner Lyrics - Drugstore

When God comes to me 

I will be shaking 

Gun loaded on my knee 

My fingers waiting 

Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken 

Then I'm gonna let my fingers slip 

God help my shaking hand 

I can see your light 

They're lining up the dead 

Gonna take another sip of your soul 

Your favorite sinner 

My God is just a dream 

He's got the answers 

This city's killing me 

Faster and faster 

Gonna tell him I was born, broken 

And then I'm gonna let myself run free 

God help my burning hair 

I can see your light 

You're lining up the dead 

Gonna take another sip of your soul 

Your favorite sinner x3