Saints and Sinners

Step right up, ladies and gentlemen…

Redemption is cheap tonight.

No receipts. No refunds.

A jealous man with shaking hands

Knife goes in, no second chance

No disguise, no holy word

Just a scream no one has heard

Down the street, a marching line

Silver crosses, soaked in time

Drums of war, a righteous cause

Blood approved by higher laws

Same cold steel, same last breath

Different stories justify death

Saints and sinners, step inside

Redemption’s just a change of sides

Say your prayers, take your bow

Blood looks holy somehow

Saints and sinners, ring the bell

Heaven’s full, business is well

Clean on paper, dead stay dead

No crown fits a guilty head

Light the fire, cleanse the town

Faith looks good when it burns them down

Smoke goes up, the crowd amens

Ash falls soft on innocent men

Behind the screen, whisper low

Say the words, let conscience go

Hands washed clean, soul reset

Easy grace, no regret

If confession kills the blame

Why do the graves all look the same?

Saints and sinners, dress in white

One called wrong, one “chosen right”

Same damn act, different name

Grace gets rich, guilt stays tame

Saints and sinners, raise your hand

Who gets saved, who gets damned?

Kneel for mercy, stand for show

Truth’s the first thing buried low

Confession booth’s open, kids…

Absolution while supplies last.

Crusades, fires, holy wars

No one kills like the ones so sure

If God forgives before they’re cold

Who speaks for the ones below?

Saints and sinners, one damn sin

Forgiven doesn’t mean you win

Bow your head, take the prize

The dead don’t care about alibis

Saints and sinners, end the lie

God didn’t choose who had to die

Men did — proud, devout, convinced

No crown for the cleansed

Redemption is not a crown…

…but it sure looks good under the lights.