Текст песни Saint John - Cold War Kids

Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shamed my family (tell the Sister, John), shamed my home (tell the Sister, John)
Supper time (tell the Sister, John)

Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row, boy he's just a-waiting

All the white boys in their Sta-Prest slacks
At home for the summer from college
Stayin' out late, getting rowdy at the bar
They're looking for trouble uptown

They come up my block, about five or six of them
Smashin' their bottles in the gutter
Yelling all kinds of obscenities
About women and God and law

Another suppertime in the hole
Supper time
I shamed my family (tell the Sister, John), shamed my home (tell the Sister, John)
Supper time (tell the Sister, John)

A young girl turned the corner with her clerk dress on
That girl was my sister
Just got off the night shift at Penningtons Place
Just wanna go home and get some sleep

Boys grab her by the waist with their caffeine eyes
Their hands all fidget electric
I picked up a brick from my Papa's front yard
And threw it at the tallest boy's face

Well, blood was streaming like a well that sprung
I couldn't believe what I had just done
Well, the other boy ran and this one stayed
On the ground and he would never move again

Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row, we just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row

Yours truly on trial, I testify (tell the Sister, John)
I gotta keep on running 'til the well run dry (tell the Sister, John)
Yours truly on trial, I testify (tell the Sister, John)
I gotta keep on running 'til the well run dry (tell the Sister, John)

Yours truly on trial, I testify (tell the Sister, John)
I gotta keep on running 'til the well run dry (tell the Sister, John)
Yours truly on trial, I testify (tell the Sister, John)
I gotta keep on running 'til the well run dry (tell the Sister, John)