Saints and Sinners

Oh Sister Rose,
On the very first row.
She's been sittin' right there, 
20 years or so.
She never hears a word,
When the preacher speaks.
'Cause She's too busy talkin' ' bout the bad girl down the street.

Saturday Satan,
And Sunday Saint.
Tryin' to fool their neighbors. 
At least, that's what they think.
Readin' the good book,
And a-singin' those hymns. 
Comes Monday morning,
And it's back to a life of sin.

Oh brother Brown,
All week he steals.
He tells everyone,
'Bout his big business deals.
The deacon walks by,
A dollar hits the plate.
He's trying to buy himself,
A ticket to the pearly gates.

Saturday Satan,
And Sunday Saint.
Tryin' to fool their neighbors, 
At least that's what they think.
Readin' the good book,
And a-singin' those hymns.
Comes Monday morning,
 And it's back to a life of sin.

Well, this lil' song, 
Holds some good advice.
And some people think,
That it's not too nice.
But, if you're one of those,
Who's a-wearin' those shoes?
There's somebody watchin',
And he ain't nobody's fool.

Saturday Satan,
And Sunday Saint.
Tryin' to fool their neighbors, 
At least, that's what they think.
Readin' the good book,
And a-singin' those hymns. 
Comes Monday morning,
And it's back to a life of sin.

Dark eerie metal, kinda church-y