: Heaven's not for saints You only have one cup Now you've filled it up Let it go, babe - just let it go Dimlit path ahead The road is wide But your
: I've seen the light that emanates from you, and it makes me feel proud, a voice of reason above the muffling crowds. Such will to live and you've got
: Orange earth and a Spanish sun, the paints still runny Nice day for castration of a brick red stallion Assume I'm a choirboy, cause I'm right here
By the season of the storms It's irony The cleansing Accept eccentric faith To need religion To sit high among the elect On march the saints... There
one part saint and two part sinner, And the last part is still on the line I'll shake my fist up to the sky Just keeping my dreams alive Im one part saint
, your descent Boom Cha Hey! The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply The saints are coming The saints
comin' to an end And it won't be long; The party's gonna' start And go on and on and on CHORUS: I'll be singin' with the saints At the morning light,
and a dirty heart Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of us The saints are marching again And harvest souls Taking every single one The saints
on that new and sunlit shore. [Chorus:] Oh, when the saints go marching in, [Repeat] oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching
the blood of saints! Drunk on the blood of saints! Mother of harlots Sleeping with serpents Drunk on the blood of saints! Drunk on the blood of saints
And I walk through the streets I love And I lay in your bed again Wake up your saints Jenny (?) I need them Jenny I need them, today Wake up your saints
: Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear; But with joy, wend your way. Though hard to you this journey may appear, Grace shall be as your day. '
: [Performed by Dustin Kensrue] for years we fought the night with pale and ghostly flames but some still dream of light so the sun will rise again
descent Boom Cha Hey! The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply The saints are coming The saints
: Stars fall like tears from your eyes The scars on my neck i cant disguise So saints sin you realise Forgive me, for giving myself to you I cannot
thieves, Saints an' sinners, priests an' thieves For what we are about to receive May the Lord make us truly thankful Saints an' sinners, Saints an'
the shadows still remain since your descent Your descent The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints
If I have weaknesses don't let them blind me Or camouflage all I am wary of I could be sailing in seizures of laughter Or crawling out from under the