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All my friends are laughing
Zombie fish are on their knees
I'm still chasing rainbows
Trying not to bleed
Did I tell you one time
Did I tell you two

blunts
If you gon' say something then say something
If you ain't gon' do nothing you better run
Build a sandcastle right by the beach
You are an asshole

It's such a mess
When you try to love
But don't receive it
Deceived by many friends
That only want you
When you're good at something
How unaccounted
I

Bastard Saints

Sinister

Bastard Saints

1996

Saints bastards
Lacivicious priest, abuser
Perversious act covered up
Priesthood violated the truth
Bastard saints

Liars, who are you to abuse lives

popper, .44 chopper
In the black Nike bomber, heartbeat stopper
Half-heart MC dropper
.45 wapper, leave you in the states like Kaká

AJ from the l-l x

The Saints

Trip Lee

Heroes for Sale

2013

hoo

Ok, I don't know but I've been told when the saints come marching in we roll
So deep that they can't believe we sold out seats and them cd's

(The sky has been created from the drops of dew)
 
Satri boond ru pand prani re rachiyo
(The human race has been created by the drop of chants

(The sky has been created from the drops of dew)
 
Satri boond ru pand prani re rachiyo
(The human race has been created by the drop of chants

love my husband to ribbons. But um, there should have been a standing fucking ovation, for that, a whore of my magnitude finding love. Are you kidding

Saints and Sinners

All Saints

Saints & Sinners [UK]

2000

Make you lose your mind
You can run, 
but you know you can't hide
are you a Saint or a Sinner inside?
I will,
Take you by your soul,
Make you lose

and very rarely is
if only people would study the rules more
I is for innocence, pleaded by many a doe-eyed defender
after theyve just scythed down that

the conquered to not resist
Better yet, to make 'em think they are
False enemies are made for you, by you
You still categorise yourselves
so FLY if you think you

the conquered not to resist
Better yet, to make 'em think they are
False enemies are made for you, by you
You still categorise yourselves

So FLY if you think you

to a best man he was my winger
He said whatever happens that I Better not neglect you
He made sure that I never Disrespect you
I never could, He didn't even

this is how I sing praises 
The Lord's shown favor
Whom shall I fear? Bro, you are just a man, can I get an Amen
I lay in His grace, in His grace I awake

Anything written by a heart that might bleed
The progressives are obsessive socialists who want life to be free
There's not a left winger alive whose done

DO OR DIE
Music and Lyrics by Kip Winger

You're running on empty
Gave up on your dreams 
You're running from everything you could be  
You used

lie
All the saints are chasing you
But you’re not yourself today
Reviewing all the words you wrote in anger All the saints embraces you
But you’re not

away in the cornfield
Then there was Chatterton drinking rat
Poison (an extremely painful way to die
Even if you are a plagiarist)
And Ezra Pound dragged

slightly crushing my hand
Don't look up!
Or you'll be blinded by the light	

Child you've been told to sell the saints for the dead the saints for the dead

rippin' put the Singer on it
Lost without a way so you put a winger on it just to end up blindly followin' to put the ringer on it
Neither left nor

A very sorry saint I am
I don't even do the best I can
A very sorry saint I am, I am
I am
Well, there are two Mary's
One is a tart
The other's a virgin
I

are not pheasants we are great kings
We are not slaves and we will never cave in
Whether a saint or a sinner
My heart is broken for you I take that

flowers with every new played chord...why don't you listen by now

Yeah, we are the Blooming Saints, uhuh
Yeah, we are the Blooming Saints, alright mama