As soon as you saw my face in the video You couldn't differentiate from life and your ego Always hiding, always watching from the shadows From London
(Intro) 1st verse: As soon as you saw my face in the video You couldn't differentiate from life and your ego Always hiding, always watching from
Translation: All Saints. Scar.
defenders, send bullets through contenders Tempers red hot like red fox fuckin with esther Deck the saint jock I stallone like sylvester Funk molester, impress all
all She caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvet Dying for me to packer, as she stroked my helmet And I was thinking these girls was saints But it
city of frauds But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars 'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars Now, first of all, yo, we ain't no saints Can we
shall fool them Using Revelations as my crystal ball I see more hordes of warlords who so hard they forgot the graveyard terrain, scar tissues of brains Be all
You're no angel, I'm no saint If we were, we wouldn't be in this place tonight Lost and lonely, scared and confused We both have a past, nothing to lose
in broken glass and slashing through your spirits I can hear it like a jilted crowd Gloria, where are you Gloria? You found a home in all your scars
Who will march for peace Now that the last of the diggers has gone? All those who were released From Sulva Bay and from the Somme The Mallee is whipped
prayers, wanton dust C hanting strangers, blood on their cheeks Haunt my dreams all covered in blood CHORUS Dance Dance on glass Saints and martyrs Dance Dance on glass Saints
are all made by Balmain And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are You live in a fancy apartment Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
on the streets I roll Bold letters think the gangs where I bang is at Saints, Cowboys, Steelers and Raider hats Though I know we all the same no matter
bars; A smile, then disdain, Guile, and then scars. Awhile I remain, File these cold bars. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea; And never a saint
Late night Catechism speaks me to sleep A lethal dose of Narcissism conquers the beast I can't remember how I got my last scar The Bible tells us Jesus
