No sense of pride, no time to care No problem solved and no lesson learned Saint Saviour Square And no one I know should live there And no one I know
Übersetzung: China Crisis. Saint Saviour Square.
Statesmen and lawful thieves Short term gains and hidden deals All these things I?m told could end my world Aint it time we had a saviour Someone beautiful
love's the same as being used. And now suspicious minds may say it's over, over. Whether I live or die, you are my saviour, you're my saviour. It's
flesh God knows I'm still possessed You are the thunder, earth and sea A born devil, a saint that deceives The silent footprints of the wolf The morning, sun, the saviour
favourite game you're losing your mind again I'm losing my favourite game I've tried but you're still the same I'm losing my baby you're losing a saviour and a saint
across the room It spread itself upon me Like the smell of sweet perfume I was sleeping like a baby I'm not a saviour I'm not a saint I'm not an angel
: Wake the devil Hymns of failure With forgotten names Born with a mark In the forehead No saviours no saints To take the whip away The time has come
orders All you martyrs and saviours Go through the same door Listen all you butchers, saints and sinners We've all been here before All you martyrs and saviours
: Darkness redeem us From saviours of sin Temptations of lust The thorns from within Souls dressed in vanity Drained we shall die Open your eyes And
God Let us praise and join the chorus Of the saints enthroned on high Hear they trusted Him before us Now their praises fill the sky Yes we praise Thee, gracious Saviour
me "Kid don't you know That it's the same Wherever you go" I gambled in two graveyards I won against the odds With the smiling saints And the silent saviours
cross, and crucify me Drag me through the dirt, of guilt and envy Open up your eyes, and you will see You're not a saviour or a saint, Well then, Who
It's the death of the cool The death of the cool We got fakirs, false prophets and fools And phoney saint saviours Fame's pick me up gets drowned in
armies of falseness still grow I'm not the only one to know There's no saviour to come We have arrived in an epoch of unlight Where saints are made of
Prepare Him room And Saints and angels sing And Saints and angels sing And Saints and Saints and angels sing Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns Let Saints
one spirit we are baptized into his eyes, Into one mind, into one body; divine ... Here is the call for the strength And the faith of the saints ...
When the saints come out to meet you Oh, shake my mother's hand for me Shake my mother's hand And tell her happiness will there be When the saints come