Said I must be a saint for loving you
And if it's a sin, then it must be true
That fools rush in, singin' the blues
and never leave the bull sh**
in my case that's you
And if I lie, may god strike me dead
And tell my mom I love her and my dad that I said
that it was me to took the last beer, not my brother he blamed
And that Old Milwaukee tastes like piss, and miller's the same
And if you seen what I saw
You'd have dropped your jaw
And if you heard what I seen
You'd have seen it all
And if you'd seen it all
You might know what it be
But I don't know how you could
hear what I seen
Said I must be a saint, babe, for lovin' you
And if it's a sin, then it must be true
that fools rush in, and always choose
the path of greatest headache,
but it makes for good blues
And if I lie, may god strike me dead
Tell my dad that I love 'im, and my mom that I said
It was me who drank the milk from the jug and then,
put the empty jug back in the fridge again
And if you seen what I saw
And ya heard what I seen
I still don't know what the hell that means
I'm just buying some time until I have to leave
Hear what I say and you'll see what I mean