Текст песни The Bootleg Saint - Sam Roberts
Come
make
your
complaint
to
the
Bootleg
Saint
He's
been
gone,
keepin'
on,
keepin'
on
for
your
freedom
Black
boots,
brown
skin
he
has
chemical
roots
He's
taking
back
the
city
one
sinner
at
a
time
He'll
sacrifice
if
you
pay
the
price
He
remembers
a
time
when
everything
was
alright
We
had
water
from
wine,
the
streets
were
alive
Then
old
Captain
Industry
who
sold
his
soul
at
Wounded
Knee
Bought
himself
a
little
property
The
Saint
had
found
his
enemy
He'll
sacrifice
if
you
pay
the
price
The
laws
might
sleep,
but
they
never
die
Lions
for
sheep
- an
eye
for
an
eye
He
wears
a
ring
with
the
brand
of
a
three-legged
dog
His
rose-coloured
glasses
cut
through
the
fog
The
laws
might
sleep,
but
they
never
die
Lions
for
sheep
- an
eye
for
an
eye
He
came
down
on
a
storm
cloud
hard
as
the
Amazon
rain
Took
him
on,
took
him
on
and
on
And
you
can
pay
your
respects
in
the
form
of
a
cheque
He's
taking
back
the
city
one
sinner
at
a
time
He'll
sacrifice
if
you
pay
the
price
The
laws
might
sleep,
but
they
never
die
Lions
for
sheep
- an
eye
for
an
eye
The
Bootleg
Saint,
well
he
walks
the
line
Between
an
everyman
hero
and
a
waste
of
time
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