Lyrics:
In Glendalough lived an old saint
Renowned for learning and piety
His manners was curious and quint
And he looked upon girl with disparity
behind the iron glass;
A prisoner of all your dreams that never come to pass.
Alone you stand, corrupted by the vision that you sought,
And blinded by
Thought you were doing right
But violence and flames
And torches and chains are fueling
These new northern lights
Like prisoners working
On infertile
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
Conversion, conversion
I was blinded swimming in my filthy
Now my heart has been turned to righteous, righteous
I was a prisoner living in my prison
Like prisoners working
On infertile land
Took eight years
To find out the score
If you're sick then you're lonely
Out of work then you're hungry
and gone
One by one, I watch you fall down, watch you fall like dominoes
Take no prisoners, search and destroy
Baby look at what you've done
One by one,
Like prisoners working
On infertile land
Took eight years
To find out the score
If you're sick then you're lonely
Out of work then you're hungry
our kids
Too many brothers caged in the Pen
Engagin' a bid, enslaved by the pigs
If it wasn't for crooked cops that pop shots grazin' our wig
That
Let saints arise
Christ's name be lifted high
Jesus the true messiah
In your ways we delight
Let saints arise
Christ's name be lifted high
Jesus
what it's like to be loved by
I wonder why I'm so afraid
Of saying something wrong, I never said I was a saint
I wonder, when I cry into my hands
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
comes, yeah it comes to me in ways
I'm a saint, sticky paint
Three sixes we can call her by her name
I'm a saint, sticky paint
Three sixes and we
from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
stopping to see
How beautiful it was meant to be
I'm just a prisoner in a king's disguise
Broken dreams as we shuffle by
It's six O'clock, it's
the stream
You know we all-pro with it, anti auto-tune
Boom, my flow fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, official as listeners, gangstas
The devil, take me now
Before I'm ushered out
'Cause you are like me
But I can bleed
And I can die
But I can't hide from you
Prisoners of course
I'm a prisoner here
By your design
And the key to the door
Oh I can't find
Closin' in here, baby
Are these four walls
Not even a dime
I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right
Pigs
blankets. I mean, the more I acquired I became more of a prisoner. I mean, you know, forty people on staff, and you can't do nothing, and now creativity is
by shadows at night
And exposed in the light
Shine on you crazy diamond
Well, you wore out your welcome
With random percision
Rode on the steel
burnt out
A hotel suite in a rich man's town, a hut in Botany Bay
A prisoner by my own device, a mountain in my way
I'm gonna have to alter my address
came ashore
Greeted with nothin' but niceness
Sailin' west in attempt to
Find gold and spices
Dominated by the popes in frenzy for ices
The Catholic
I wonder what it's like to be loved by
I wonder why I'm so afraid
Of saying something wrong, I never said I was a saint
I wonder, when I cry into
Discuss these prisoner by the saints Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In