She was the, the patron saint of twenty third street She was around for a lot of time, she Wandering around the hotel hallways in the middle of the night
laughter, no one hears the pain All the world's escapes for the insane Judgment day is coming, can we all be saints? The justice in this world is all
to stake my claim, yes sir The farm is all I've ever known, it bears my families name But damn my brother got drunk one night and lost it all in a poker
very soon it will turn cold Shadows stare down from the walls Out of the mist it's coming closer now It never rains, it pours on me So let the saints
you and not even anyone will ever invoke me again. Not even for your own life or for any other mortal life never again (...) Never again."
In gardens all wet with rain And I will never, ever, ever, ever Grow so old again Oh sweet thing, sweet thing Sugar, baby with your champagne eyes And your saint
'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
and time If you put all the prophets, mystics and saints In one room together There'd be so much more reason Than ever was born out of all of the conflicts
from the Shamrock shore So fare thee well, sweet Lisa, dear And likewise to Derry town And twice farewell to my comrades bold Who still dwell on that sainted ground If ever
never spoke, see I broke down codes at an early age, filled the page, filled my ears with rage, sound in my headphones sound like a cyclone, I'm all
one day He said, "Please don't believe them They never understand the triumph the goal of victory Tell them flippant things and starlet rings And eyes and nervous laughter But never
Saint Huck hears his old Mississippi just rollin' by him Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck
hush fall quietly from my spark So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel Never have I ever
heaven's light I knew I'd never know that warm and loving glow Though I might wish with all my might No face as hideous as my face Was ever meant for
team But never for the kids with different dreams And we've got jocks and we've got smokers, rednecks and jokers There's a category for us all And we
sang for my lover or a nickel in a tip jar I never knew Jesus, I never read the Good Book But on my day of dying I'm giving life a second look Saint
within my eyes Saint I'm not Pure in mind and thought Masks I wear In this stage we share Will we ever bare These fears and hopes within one and all?
For ever so long I never again imagine livin' life Like I was livin' when I lived wrong Get ready (Sing) Here they come, the choir's all set Be steady