Sainted Millions Songtext
von The Rumjacks
Sainted Millions Songtext
We are the sainted millions where the howling black birds fly
Hand in hand, we walk on through while the tracers pass us by
We are the tainted living on the piss stained old barstools
So raise a pint for those below who are singing beneath our shoes
Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone
The writings on the granite read so trite and insincere
What do ya feel, ya missed about the dash between the years?
Well, I would have laughed with a maniacal cry
At some of the things that lead to being kept awake at night
The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows
And I wouldn′t trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand, ho
Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
Cut down by a bullet from the rifle of a foe
Stripped and stacked and piled and cleaned and lined up in a row
Packed upon a clipper ship and chucked into a hole
But it's not the end that we need to revive
It′s your compatriots' remembrances that make you come alive
The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand, ho
Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone
The questions never answered left a ringing in your ear
You walked around these haunted grounds a thousand times a year
And the song in your head is a personified lie
There′s comfort in a bottle and there′s comfort in a sky
With all the time you'll wash away
You′ll fall in line and joined the ranks
Of those who lived and died among their day
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand
And I wouldn′t trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand, ho
Hand in hand, we walk on through while the tracers pass us by
We are the tainted living on the piss stained old barstools
So raise a pint for those below who are singing beneath our shoes
Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone
The writings on the granite read so trite and insincere
What do ya feel, ya missed about the dash between the years?
Well, I would have laughed with a maniacal cry
At some of the things that lead to being kept awake at night
The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows
And I wouldn′t trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand, ho
Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
Cut down by a bullet from the rifle of a foe
Stripped and stacked and piled and cleaned and lined up in a row
Packed upon a clipper ship and chucked into a hole
But it's not the end that we need to revive
It′s your compatriots' remembrances that make you come alive
The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand, ho
Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone
The questions never answered left a ringing in your ear
You walked around these haunted grounds a thousand times a year
And the song in your head is a personified lie
There′s comfort in a bottle and there′s comfort in a sky
With all the time you'll wash away
You′ll fall in line and joined the ranks
Of those who lived and died among their day
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand
And I wouldn′t trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand, ho
Writer(s): Gabriel Noel Whitbourne, John Graham Mckelvey, Adam Paul Kenny, Pietro Della Sala, Michael Rivkees Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com