Everywhere I turn, I learn the meaning of the word temptation
Every rule that's made to keep me contained, makes me wanna' break one
And every vice I seek, it makes it harder just to keep my concentration
Every girl I see has got some love for me, d*** I wanna' make some
And I say oh the devil's got a hold on me
I sold my soul to the deadliest of enemies
Now I'd rather be a sinner than a saint
Rather be who I am than who I ain't
No need to fake it
My introduction to a path of self destruction
And I can't shake it
I've been tempted, never expected being bad could feels so good
I can't help but sin, I don't wanna' give in
But something tellin' me I should
Is it the life out west?
Your short cut dress?
The fact that I couldn't care less?
'Cause if I'm in the mood for disorder
All I gotta do is travel south of the border
Gonna' be hot, hot, hot, hot where I'm heading
I tell you, I'm not, not, not on my way to heaven
And I now I gotta' dig deep from my conscience, clear it
Pray to the father, son, and holy spirit
God knows, God knows
God knows, God knows
God knows, God knows
I wouldn't mean it
Oh, the devil's got a hold on me
I sold my soul to the deadliest of enemies
Now I'd rather be a sinner than a saint
Rather be who I am than who I ain't
No need to fake it
My introduction to a path of self-destruction
And I can't shake it
Every rule that's made to keep me contained, makes me wanna' break one
And every vice I seek, it makes it harder just to keep my concentration
Every girl I see has got some love for me, d*** I wanna' make some
And I say oh the devil's got a hold on me
I sold my soul to the deadliest of enemies
Now I'd rather be a sinner than a saint
Rather be who I am than who I ain't
No need to fake it
My introduction to a path of self destruction
And I can't shake it
I've been tempted, never expected being bad could feels so good
I can't help but sin, I don't wanna' give in
But something tellin' me I should
Is it the life out west?
Your short cut dress?
The fact that I couldn't care less?
'Cause if I'm in the mood for disorder
All I gotta do is travel south of the border
Gonna' be hot, hot, hot, hot where I'm heading
I tell you, I'm not, not, not on my way to heaven
And I now I gotta' dig deep from my conscience, clear it
Pray to the father, son, and holy spirit
God knows, God knows
God knows, God knows
God knows, God knows
I wouldn't mean it
Oh, the devil's got a hold on me
I sold my soul to the deadliest of enemies
Now I'd rather be a sinner than a saint
Rather be who I am than who I ain't
No need to fake it
My introduction to a path of self-destruction
And I can't shake it