Burnin’ For Your Sins       

Copyright © words and music by Dean Batstone

There's Seven grey church steeples along the road from me to you

Three or four drawn curtains shading three or four cold rooms

Thunder shakes the silence through the chrome between my legs

Two more frozen hours ‘til I’m holding you again

The trucks roll by like long grey ghosts, whining in the cold

A pale face of a silent moon just hangs there like a bone

White knuckles from my steel grip, white line keep me on track

The love you give’s not wrong, girl, if it keeps me coming back

Ch: I’m burnin’, baby burnin’, I can feel your golden skin

I’m burnin’, baby burnin’, come on girl, let me in

I’m burnin’, baby burnin’ to start it all again

I’m burnin’, baby burnin’ for your sins

One more filling station, yeah and one more cigarette

One burnt out dexi sweetheart in her old mans new Corvette

I said I’d be there by morning unless these wheels make me a liar

When the sun comes through your window feel the flames of my desire

Ch:

Bridge: Green eyes feel their judgment

So green eyes push me away

Green eyes cry out for my love

Green eyes are begging me to stay

Inst: …hold this cold, dark leather and pull me to your breast

‘Til we burn together….

Ch: 2X