'm telling you I built a wall, I cut you off Now there's no lies that's gonna fix this up I played the saint and a saint I ain't Now all the hurt is
Christ, you'd need the virtue of a saint to not succumb - overcome this Polkageist. The Horny Huntress: "A spirit sent to haunt you taunting all your
from leaving our senses Long forgotten in the dust Like the bones of some saint Beneath a church floor Who must have died for lack of light The color snapshots I sent you All
In the mysterious distance between a man and a woman For love and faith and sex and fear and all the things that keep us here In the mysterious distance
Gonna take forever To finish what we started here today I just can't lie about it Honey, I'm not built that way I'm built to go the distance, solid as a rock I climb all
sure, Be closer to the distance than I been before, Some little scabby young thing sucks me dry, Friday night, she's got to slow down, And the saints
fly. From a hill I could see all the rockets as they flew from the town below me. Bombs bursting in the air, The crowd cheered with every flare, In the distance
soldier heaven knows I've been no saint With my camouflage and armor a cold heart and grease paint To you this has no meaning the armistice laid down The armies are all
the morning, your shine in the distance Your shine inside the laughter and the ghosts They have spoken of the river, forever bending Inside the fever of the saints that walk all
I try not to think about The distance of the setting sun I try not to think about the rain I try not to think about the saints and sinners Who has more
not care and no one I know And no one I know Idle gaze of us all We are so far removed This distance created Is one we all use Saint Saviour Square
What? E.x. large-in What? Captain of a ship pretender no never no sergeant See I'm the type of nigga to catch a bullet in my teeth They call you saint
's side And time is running backwards and so is the bride Ring them bells, ring them bells Ring them bells, ring them bells Ring them bells Saint Peter
Frightened people listen To a dragon's growl It's sleep was disturbed Now it's time to prowl Off in the distance Villages burn Frightned people running
Is there a reason for this distance? More than the drug that floats my days A nervous bug in my system It keeps me edgy and ashamed I've got a saint
been a soldier, heaven knows I've been no saint In my camouflage and armor, cold heart and grease paint To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid down The armies all
Turn from your idols to God Burn them up in the sight of the flock Learn from Bible the odds of you losing are zip All is gain- we ain't all the same
saint The saint I aint Now all the hurt Is here again.... here again I find it so hard to be true But I'm gonna try my best for you And every distance