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the way I ought to
As the days go rolling by
See me strolling through the meadow
With you baby by my side
Won't you come and see me, All Saints Day
and
Ol' Saint Nicholas gay are we
Catching kisses by the yuletide tree

Wouldn't you know that you'd be responsible
For all the holiday noise?
Wouldn't
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints

In that cathedral by the hill
We stood and smiled in happier days
The fields along
After the wash
Before the fire
I will decay
Melt in your arms
As the day hits the night
We will sit by candlelight
We will laugh
We will sing
She knew that is was true
He wasn't a saint

But he was a saint enough for her
He was a man,
A man of his word
The final days of summer, 1964,
She still finds me something when there's nothing there

Saints alive and saints be praised
Angels dwell among us still these days

For the crooked
every single day 

if you had all the facts, all the fictions 
if you knew everything about science and all about religion 
would you stand by your
merge into one 
Sinners and saints, dark and light 
And the play I've come to show is bound to last 
For the day has come for me to bless the cast
She still finds me something when there's nothing there.

Saints alive and Saints be praised
Angels dwell among us still these days

For
As they search for blood
All eyes descend on one
Honest man in chains
But that don’t matter anyway
My judgement day

My flesh will feed
Cyclical
Stuck inside a never ending rhyme
But you're comfortable
Just another decomposing alibis
Sing yourself to sleep
Count the days gone by
In retrospect that diamond day
Did not make second best
And sometimes when a thousand voices
Tell you that you're wrong
A saint in any form
and earth have kissed each other

The sun will rise and light a brand new day
Every knee will bow unto Your name
All the saints will shout and sing Your
color when you're miserable

Veronika, Saint Veronika
You can't leave this world behind
So be strong enough to hold onto us
We're still right here by your
By day
He's a grease monkey it's true
A slave
Fix your transmission like new
Change oil
Rotate your tires of course
He toils
Under the Flying Red
said "I've been expecting you, let me show you to your room"
And he took me all the way by candlelight
And lying there on the bed, a book, black
Assholes and opinions, everyone's a saint
I say don't discriminate
Let's increase the hate
Manipulating governments,
The TV is their tool
God is
It was the morning of All Saint's Day, ninety-eight
When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard
Wouldn't have bothered me so much
spills

Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, he's got to calling it home
another man spills.

Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, he's got
of God

[Chorus]

On the margin of the river
Washing up its silver spray
We shall walk and worship ever
All the happy golden day

E're we reach
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes
Country garden in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain

Stephen
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
spills

Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, he's got to calling it home
violence
In the name of God

Straight is the path
Leading to your salvation
Slaying the weak
Ethnic elimination

Any day we'll all be
Swept away