We fell so far from home, conscious of all the questions you will never ask. I'll wait and see if you can ever reach a different ending. I'm holding
living saints. Been killing me for weeks A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasn't been fair for long Growing up isn't moving on All my friends are living saints
Sexual attraction, its all in the eye Like oil on water, aint no reason why Somebody rejects you, don't you feel like you could die Oh spare me don't
She grew up on St. George's Lane She drove slow and had a pretty fast backhand She always hated it when it rained It started out on St. George's Lane
You got the money, the big career You can fly most anywhere to get away from here I got my man, we ain't too tight But we can rock all night the roof
Tonight I went out with some old friends We laughed and joked and oh we downed a few I was feeling strong, till someone played our song I've still got
O' I recall some ball room brawls That I got myself into Just a stitch or two Got me back together But, what's it take to ease a leak That came with
The time has come for action Leave your satisfaction Can't you hear St. George's tune When George's tune is calling you on? Freedom was your mother Fight
in your eye You've never seen the man with nothing to say I can tell by the look in your eye You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way Is
glitter promise Cheapness and beauty Trickery and lies Cheapness and beauty Oh I'm so weak sometimes Glue for the broken toy, the wings for the saint
be free I'm taking the trouble right to your door Why'd you do it you bastard, don't love you no more Sinners beside me, saints on the right And if
the silver bullet From the pulpit to the womb Death on the blood red clay Under the texas moon Queer killers, redneck saints Oh God I pray for you You
Saying sorry Would mean I've apologised And you know I was good to you baby There were very few lies Now that you ask me I'm no saint inside The same
I fell at the doorstop coughin' I heard the pipe organ (Cough) Saw some men of a white origin I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and George Bush Barefoot
times Sat across from a man reading El Diario Riding the train down from the El Barrio Went from the station to Orange Julius I bought a hot dog. From who? George
the ground What are they fighting for? For freedom or for oil? I lost touch and I got bored Too much lying and too much blood If you wouldn't tell George
, one step at a time. Yeah, I've got my own ladders to climb. The day is coming when they load that train, With all the sinners he turned into saints
