irony, the cleansing Except eccentric faith, to need religion to sit high Among the elect on march the saints On march the saints On march the saints
s irony The cleansing With all our lives at stake From at rest to the present Are sitting high among the elect On march the saints... March We have
Long after the tears fall I'm still Your child I put down my defenses, lay down my pride Love and forgiveness flow deep and wide So I'll run to You and
word out of you, Mr. leader And you'll be eating lead Mutiny, mutiny on the world Mutiny, mutiny on the world Mutiny, mutiny on the world Mutiny, mutiny on
in command Many weak men hungered Many strong men thrived Though they boasted solitude God was at their side Nor the dreamer in his cell Nor the captain on
came up on a mill And I got 'em sweepin' and pickin' up tags off the floor Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall On the glimmer with
our homes Does He like Pearl Jam or the Stones And do you think He rolls His own Up there in heaven on the throne And when the saints go marching home
cool ones, play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone that's calling me home And I can hear the band begin when The Saints go marching in And by the whiskers on
don't know about it? And tell 'em I am him, pale and not so slim But I shine bright even when it's dark and grim She marched on in but she far from a saint
four corners of the earth Through the tropics of the globe Concentrate seven seas my dark room keeps me exposed I'm marching like a saint I'm the
[Chorus: Saint Nick] Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out.. .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a
of the heart will carry on Let's go Can you feel the beat of a thousand marching feet Can you feel the beat of a thousand marching feet They're breaking
a second Every man reckon it sure would be good to be there Whether Zion or Mecca when the gates are finally closed And the saints go marching in
long before Babylon (Babylon) the Great has fallen (fallen) and the saints go marching in (2x) Verse 2: Death is right around the corner don't let it creep up on
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 saints go marching in Oh, when the saints, go marching in Yes when the saints go marching in Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints
