it, who am I to criticize? Somehow I?ll get through it and you won't even realize Falling through your own disguise It's like over and over You're pushing
Saint Veronika You can't leave this world behind So be strong enough to hold onto us It's just not your time to die And while the angels sleep All of
sails are fillin' and the wind is willin' And I'm as good as gone again I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance Just a Saint of Circumstance
for you Do I believe in the resurrection of Christ? And did His death bring forth new life? And did He raise up and bring back Lazarus from the grave? And
and your promise and erase all your sins And you can be all priestesses and healers If they can be divine then so can you And so are all the prostitutes and
This ole house once knew my children This ole house once knew my life This ole house was home and comfort As we lived through storm and strife This ole
, Los Angeles No Saint Louis, no New Orleans No you and me, no you and me, no sympathy 'Cause we're gonna bring them, bring them to their knees? And
want His children safe Then in reading, how my eyes were opened I find that He is leading us out into the world Into the middle of fallen saints and
And it was down with the old man, up with the new Raised to walk in the ways of light and truth I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
We're smokin' like a genie The skunky and the greenie [B-Real] On the ganja bus, they comin' after us We makin' stops all over Los Angeles On the block
the world today, you're so good to me I know but I can't change, tried to tell you But you look at me like maybe I'm an angel Underneath innocent and
do things that aint me, And yall should thank me, But my haters busy tryna send me home early but you can't New Orleans Saint me. I ain't a saint B,
do I fit in? Don't go sellin' me, a dream you can't deliver Like a dog in a cat suit, it's a poor disguise Strange little angels, a parade of saints and
One, two Face of an angel, soul of a saint So much of the things, I know that I ain't I should be glad, you might suppose For some stupid reason that
rebels in China, the Sikhs and the Tams The house of our Father, the volumes of guilt The luck of the Irish, the blood that we've spilt The angels and martyrs, the lovers and saints
can you and such a sweetheart walk the same road? [BRIDGE] A jewel set in sterling silver An angel with eyes that shine like amber She's a cherokee on the war path, and
The torment of getting caught up in the moment And having to be on the receiving end of my orbit This axis, acts as light and dark passage And guides
will hear and increase learnings And a man of understanding will obtain wise council To understand a proverb individually The words of the wise and the