Saints Songtext

Car exhaust goes to the brain

Sickness is always free

Help doesn't come that easy



Lungs black with smoke

I watch my neighbors die

They've got no self-control

When they die no one cries



?I could give a fuck for you? is the song they're singing
So I wrote this one for us



Now the big hand's hit the hour

Could you give this up completely?

Whisper to me what you want

I would love to see you happy



And I'd come to visit soon

But these streets are filled with landmines

And these buildings lie in ruin

And I'm bleeding on the inside



I feel angry I feel tired

All bad habits turned to sickness

If they're all saints then I'm a liar

But I think its time we fix this