have lived and died Till by a bullet sanctified Now he's a saint or so they say They brought their young saint home today An Irish sky looks down and
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march of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the
bongo Kilimanjaro Dig up the conjo Listen to drums for the name Little hearts beat like saints come marching in Deep in the bayou Demon inside you Put on the hoo doo Put on
and living man's lingoes Put the relics of the saint in a glass box And march him around the block Hangin' on the words of a madman Islands in the abyss
sleep where all your dreams turn bittersweet With voodoo doll philosophies day glow holy trinities The crooked raft that leaves the shore, ferries drunken souls aboard Pilgrims march to compostle visions of their Saint
Dream on, dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on, dream
parade of souls Is marching across the sky Their heat and their light bathed in blue As they march by The All Stars play 'When the Saints Go Marching
was checked and Al Sharpton the sword Wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Fame is the measure, rap celebs The place where stars are born The saints marched
parade of souls is marching across the sky Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by The all stars play when the saints go marching
Saint Judy She's staggering across the floor Saint Judy Behaving like a whore Saint Judy She's giving it all the tears She tears her dress Looks a mess
break right through I am starting to be brand new Rome is burning you can taste the embers I am walking hard on Spanish Stairs My saint was silence wrapping on
break right through I am starting to be brand new Rome is burning you can taste the embers I am walking hard on Spanish Stairs My Saint was silence rapping on
here we go Marching onto glory in a battle just Staring down the devil eye to eye Riding on a pale horse to deliver us Down into the darkest by and
Four young fuckers on an afternoon drive Through the land of gods and killing time Tried to relate to a nuclear age But we lost our souls in a pinball
few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone calling me home And I can hear the band begin, 'When the saints go marching in' And by the whiskers on
ya walk on, I'm on gangsta tip Get a grip ima slip my fist to ya fat lip Blah! (Chica Chica) I flip tha script on ya real fast Catch my blast for sumthin