Got oil on my hands, holy water on my tongue,
Still tryin’ to make peace with what I’ve done.
The preacher said you can’t mix fire and faith,
But I’ve been livin’ proof that you can’t separate.

Gasoline veins and a heart full of grace,
Both sides of me still fight for space.
One foot in the light, one deep in the mud,
I been baptized in smoke and blood.

Don’t call it clean, just call it true,
Every saint I’ve met had a little dirt too.

I’m oil and holy water,
Burnin’ and forgiven,
Torn between the altar
And the way that I’m livin’.
If heaven had a back door,
That’s where I’d wander —
Yeah, I’m both sides of the border,
Oil and holy water.

I talk to God through static and smoke,
He laughs at the lies that I never spoke.
The devil don’t chase me, he just rides along,
Says “turn up the bass, let’s finish that song.”

Faith ain’t clean, it’s a scar that heals,
Ain’t about what you show, it’s about what’s real.
You can drown in the dirt, or rise through the stain —
Either way, you still call His name.

Ain’t no light without a little sin,
Ain’t no grace if you don’t let it in.

I’m oil and holy water,
Burnin’ and forgiven,
Torn between the altar
And the way that I’m livin’.
If heaven had a back door,
That’s where I’d wander —
Yeah, I’m both sides of the border,
Oil and holy water.

Let the flames kiss the faith, that’s how I cope,
Drippin’ in sin but I still smell hope.
Ain’t here to repent, I’m here to admit,
I’m a cracked jar — but I still don’t quit.

The saints wear chains, the sinners wear suits,
Everybody’s searchin’ for the absolute.
And me? I’m just tryin’ to blend the two,
‘Cause that’s the only truth I knew.

I’m oil and holy water,
Burnin’ but forgiven,
I never found the altar,
So I built my own religion.
If heaven had a back door,
That’s where I’d wander —
Yeah, I’m both sides of the border,
Oil and holy water.