Lyrics:
the martyrs on your mind
It's the march of the saint, march of the saint
March of the saint, march of the saint
Clench your fist a battle's on the way
running, Saint
Rather die with the sinners than cry with the saints
Got my mind on the winter with my eye on the rays
Yeah, our days are full of those things
it ain't pure
and a saint is just a lonely sinner and their tears are gonna pour so
pass me my crown of thorns before my kingdom come
Hail Mary full
it feel to play Saint Joan?
None were cheated poor burnt bone
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I will hit you harder
I am made of iron, I am
Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah
Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah
Edward the king, the English king,
Bestrides his tawny steed,
'For I will see if Wales' said he,
'Accepts my rule indeed.'
'Are stream
who refused to leave
Sing of martyrs
Sing of servants
Sing of holy saints of old
Sing of martyrs
Sing of servants
Sing of holy saints of old
Hear
I'd give to stay your muse
I bet it stings I'm your masterpiece
The finest work in your gallery
I'll be your martyr
All you desire
Your lips on mine
Mother of all Martyrs
Wonder
Wonder
Wonder
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder does she lie awake at night
Wondering if he'll be alright
At least long enough
didn't want me
I was more than you thought I could be
So I'm setting you free, I'm setting you free
You've killed the saint in me
How dare you martyr
Load up the revolver
Monster or a martyr
Oh, he's such a charmer
You see, I'm trying to be a saint
But the devil says to load up the...
Bow my head
held high
Each one of them martyrs
Quite willing to die
Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell
Cover
held high
Each one of them martyrs
Quite willing to die
Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell
Cover
Brady
I ain't no martyr but bet you I walk on water
Cut my Third Eye open
Now my folk and em' think I'm crazy but
I'm taking offers and calling up my
Don't you think it's odd
Man was created in the image of god
All you martyrs and saviours
Go through the same door
Listen all you butchers, saints
Dance
Dance on glass
Saints and martyrs
Dance
Dance on glass
Saints and martyrs
Tarnish, taint and punish me softly
Cut that bleeds and burning skin
held high
Each one of them martyrs
Quite willing to die
Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell
Cover
I'm the patron saint of blue lips
Wasted, worshipping the wrong chicks
Break my heart and leave me with the blame
I keep falling for the same tricks
the great confessor
Verse 2
Edward the unlikely saint, unlikely as me.
You used to say he was lucky, and a part absentee
Cold as a coffin in and maybe cold
a fight? Oh, no
Saint California
In the cathedral of lights, heart as cold as ice, I know you're
High off marijuana, baby, do you wanna
Be my martyr?
Will
the sun
For all the damage we have done
Oooh, so tired of playin' in the water
Oooh, don't want to be your saint, your martyr
So sorry babe â?? so
But here in the present tense for us
Let me show you what I would do for your love
I'll be a priest or a saint
Be a lion you can tame
Give you wings
they fear?
I don’t wanna be no martyr
No saint, another dead black
Man but go on
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
We all gotta go anyway
Come better
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