Lyrics of Hospital for sinners

Some have crosses
Bells that ring
Most have angels
Painted with wings

Old ones and blonde ones
Can find their way in
Got statues, apostles,
And other godly things

In deserts they build em
Of mortar and clay
In barios they stick em
By fire escapes

They outlast the setbacks
Earthquakes and plagues
They burn them like haystacks
And another one is raised

In the backwoods of the country
In the empire state
Wherever theres somebody
At the crossroads that waits

The junction of right now
And a little too late
See one before you
With wide open gates

Its a hospital for sinners
Aint no museum for saints

Could be a casket
And bums on the steps
A baby in a basket
Being left

Its a good place to shuffle
When youve gone through the deck
Its the closest to heaven
On earth you can get

Itll shelter a poor man
And humble the great
Derelicts and outlaws
Can hide for a day

The worst hearts youve known
Can be salvation saved
In the same room that lovers
Vows are exchanged

Its a hospital of sinners
Aint no museum for saints

Youll sing till you drop
Then ask to be saved
Well, if its a comeback you want
Then get your hands raised

Theres more than a few
On nearly every map
More than a couple
Alone on this path

You want to be in one
You beg your way back
Cut off at the knees
And its feet still collapse

Hospital of sinners
Aint no museum of saints

Its a hospital of sinners
Aint no museum of saints