The Forgiven

They love me for being honest
They love me for being myself
But the minute I mention Jesus
They wan’t me to go to hell
It’s hard to find a balance
When I don’t believe in one
When you mix art with business
You’re just shooting an empty Gun
You’re just a songwriter
You aint a preacher
We’ve come to mourn you,
not to look in the mirror
Sing about the hard times
Sing about those women
We love the broken,
not the forgiven.
And these songs will only take me
as far as the people will go
If I can’t make them happy,
well they won’t come to my shows
Mayby that’s what’s killed
All the great voices in the world
Always bleeding for every line
but no one was bleeding in return
You’re just a songwriter
You aint a preacher
We’ve come to mourn you,
not to look in the mirror
Sing about the hard times
Sing about those women
We love the broken,
not the forgiven
Sing about those hard times
Sing about those women
We love the broken,
not the forgiven