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where 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
St. Jimmy is coming down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard, like a zip gun on parade Lights of a silhouette, he's insubordinate Coming at you on
A thousand rainy days and I Spoke on tongues that talk of saints Burned down days like cigarettes For your hollow praise Down the days that you forget
me I wear the ball and chain My patron saint is a fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most That the Spanish moon is rising on
The sang about love to St. Luicia On the day the Saint was born They had a parade, they had a party People staying up till the dawn The people sang loud
Go on parade and fade Hit the scene in slow Spending all your time with some girl You'll never get to know Wound up tight Dressed all in white Some torment
you`re the kind who needs refuge, your loving eyes see right through me, cannot play a saint, cannot pretend... Neverending rain on your little parade
the pie, yeah I grew up And it came clear to me all the smart cops on the make You get a silver badge not an old tin star When you're on the take, it
the fastest cars You always get your way Beluga caviar You thank your lucky stars You live in Saint Tropez You don't make idle threats Collecting on
you Made a mistake when you chose to oppose You tried to step on toes, now you're dissed - case closed Cause like it or not, action is gettin there So keep on
When the postman don't call on Valentine's Day And Santa Claus don't come on a Christmas Day That umbrella won't work on a rainy day Don't ask me, I already
de vie sainte, c' n'est pas moi ! Parlez, parlez-moi, parlez-moi Parlez-moi de tout, de sexe, de crime, de fric, de kam Mais pas de vie sainte, c' n'est
Me want ta Bum Bum Verse 2 Penz: I'ma relax with the haze in back of the stage And shit I smoke the same color as Saint Patrick's Parade Yeah, keep
me to. sunday to st james st hold on kid, there's an ambulance on the way oh great someday i'll find my way to follow up on fate with timing and
Makes me wonder what they believe We're in between Sometimes it's just better to get on with it Sometimes Lord knows you gotta get off No use holding on
By the morning we'll be gone The ministry of saints You're afraid to disappear beneath the waves Bread and circus, bread and wine They rain on your parade
St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Lights on the silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on