Sam Roberts şarkı sözleri
Come make your complaint to the Bootleg SaintHe's been gone, keepin' on, keepin' on for your freedomBlack boots, brown skin he has chemical rootsHe's taking back the city one sinner at a timeHe'll sacrifice if you pay the priceHe remembers a time when everything was alrightWe had water from wine, the streets were aliveThen old Captain Industry who sold his soul at Wounded KneeBought himself a little propertyThe Saint had found his enemyHe'll sacrifice if you pay the priceThe laws might sleep, but they never dieLions for sheep - an eye for an eyeHe wears a ring with the brand of a three-legged dogHis rose-coloured glasses cut through the fogThe laws might sleep, but they never dieLions for sheep - an eye for an eyeHe came down on a storm cloud hard as the Amazon rainTook him on, took him on and onAnd you can pay your respects in the form of a chequeHe's taking back the city one sinner at a timeHe'll sacrifice if you pay the priceThe laws might sleep, but they never dieLions for sheep - an eye for an eyeThe Bootleg Saint, well he walks the lineBetween an everyman hero and a waste of time
