Lyrics
It hit so hard
It must be true
A penitent mind
Don't mean nothin to you
If ever I slip
Upon my grave
Mercy me
(It must be true)
I made my bed
Before I lie
A sedentary fool
And cynical type
If ever I slip
Upon my grave
Mercy me
And I
Might be a saint
Inside your mind
Ohhh
It gets so hard
It must be true
I wouldn't wanna be
Unfaithful to you
If ever I slip
Upon my grave
Mercy me
(It must be true)
I lay myself
Before the troops
The penalty of love
Don't do nothin for you
If ever I slip
Upon my grave
Mercy me
And I
Might be a saint
Inside your mind
Ohhh
I should tell you something before
I cross my heart
When I walk out the door
If ever I slip upon my grave
Mercy me
And I
Might be a saint inside your mind
Ohhh
And I
Might be a saint inside your mind
Oh
Ohhh
Oh
Ohhh