Woorden:
Sinner Out Of Control

smile at me [Chorus] We're out - Out of control We're out - out, out We're out - We're out of control Hey! We're out - Out of control We jump on down

set my soul on fire Burnin' out of control You taught me the ways of desire Now it's takin' its toll You're the right kind of sinner To release my inner

Then play sane game Ream out your crowded brain You'll feel much better When you clear your head I know it's a bitch you gotta try You lose control

care Basic is simple, let's check out the end Of sinners and stars and dust The black is the red and the red is the black The taste of control is just

Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father Wounded rebel in Jerusalem Getting picked on and whipped by the goons of the devil Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out

the crowd without losin out of my faith? Lucifer out of the way (way) Or maybe he don't even exist I ain't gotta trip off Gettin hookers out of my system

666 This is not my way doom, sorrow for eternity Lights shine below in hell Forever burning Words of insanity scream out The final plea Evil voices scream out

set my soul on fire, burnin' out of control You taught me the ways of desire, now it's takin' its toll You're the right kind of sinner, to release my

cash When I lose sight of the track You know the way back But I know you You know your stripper from your paint You know your sinner from your saint