Hell Of A Saint

No you won't
 Won't find me there
 In a row locked in a prayer
 With eyes in a trance blind to despair
 Take me home
 Where it's safe and warm
 No one here in a crown of thorns
 Just a pitchfork and horns
 To say "Hello and "Goodnight"
 Why can't you see through it?
 Or is it all just set in stone?
 Even though I don't buy it
 I make one hell of a saint
 Get so sick of this
 There are few things that I miss
 One I guess you could say is devil's bliss
 And I know
 I've got some friends
 Who may see what you have missed
 Who skipped the hand you may have often kissed
 It's too late for me now
 Packed my things and moved downstairs
 Much easier away from God's cross heirs
 Take me home
 Where it's safe and warm
 No one here in a crown of thorns
 You say I'll burn for this
 But at least I will be warm
 Warm in Hell
 I'd say the only good time
 When they pass the bread and wine
 Even though I see through it
 I make one hell of a saint
 I once was lost
 But now I'm found
 I once was blind
 Oh so blind
 But now I see
 You know you never will
 Ever have me