The Saint

Thou pretty baby, born here, With sup'rabundant scorn here; Who for Thy princely port here, Hadst for Thy place of birth here Thou pretty baby, born here, With sup'rabundant scorn here; Who for Thy princely port here, Hadst for Thy place of birth here The story’s fallen well in the minds of the masses The story’s bright enough to radiate light The story’s good enough to survive as time passes To dwell in solemn shades of the endless light It makes me fall down and rise again But not because I am obedient blunt I know I will survive in this world of the imbeciles That once I also was, soul on the hunt Thou pretty baby, born here, With sup'rabundant scorn here; Who for Thy princely port here, Hadst for Thy place of birth here Thou pretty baby, born here, With sup'rabundant scorn here; Who for Thy princely port here, Hadst for Thy place of birth here I am standing here I don’t give a f*ck I am tortured by your blind obeisance I am standing here In this world of hatred Where is the saviour on my path What makes me fall down and rise again But not because I am obedient blunt I know I will survive in this world of the imbeciles That once I also was, soul on the hunt Thou pretty baby, born here, With sup'rabundant scorn here; Who for Thy princely port here, Hadst for Thy place of birth here Thou pretty baby, born here, With sup'rabundant scorn here; Who for Thy princely port here, Hadst for Thy place of birth here