Lyrics:
St. Agnes - Pray for us
All holy bishops and confessors - Pray for us
All you holy martyrs of the Lord - Pray for us
All you doctors of the Church -
my lyrics I’m a conspiracy theorist
Truth is never play scrabble with a pagan
St. Nick’s other alias equals Satan/Santa
You better than Pac I guess I’m
working this job all night
Cleaning floors until sunrise
Imagining what life looks like
From the messes I find next night
St. Jude martyr of all the floors
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you our me
Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm and a coat
Edward the king, the English king,
Bestrides his tawny steed,
'For I will see if Wales' said he,
'Accepts my rule indeed.'
'Are stream
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
Beating the weird tattoos
Of the St. Louis Blues?
Have I two eyes to see your two eyes
Or see myself on my toes
Dancing to radios
Or Major Edward
Beating the weird tattoos
Of the St. Louis Blues?
Have I two eyes to see your two eyes
Or see myself on my toes
Dancing to radios
Or Major Edward
Beating the weird tattoos
Of the St. Louis Blues?
Have I two eyes to see your two eyes
Or see myself on my toes
Dancing to radios
Or Major Edward
She’s the St. Good Woman, but I’m not the saintly kind
She thought she was a martyr for our time, but perhaps she just went blind
We would have withered
To burn her at the stake
Would be a grave mistake
From the ashes she will rise
Like St. Joan, she never dies
There are secrets in the flames
And she
Beardsmore and the Lake Head|And headin' from Nipigon down 17|into Schreiber, Marathon, White River, Wawa and Sault. St. Marie|Headin' east from the Sault
be here trying to get on CBC
I'll keep rocking in Ontario, so c'mon and rock with me
I've rocked Belleville, Timmins, Owen Sound, St. Thomas and North
Beating the weird tattoos
Of the St. Louis Blues?
Have I two eyes to see your two eyes
Or see myself on my toes
Dancing to radios
Or Major Edward
Beating the weird tattoos
Of the St. Louis Blues?
Have I two eyes to see your two eyes
Or see myself on my toes
Dancing to radios
Or Major Edward
Beating the weird tattoos
Of the St. Louis Blues?
Have I two eyes to see your two eyes
Or see myself on my toes
Dancing to radios
Or Major Edward
. John's is a mighty good town, they never turn the maple leaf upside down!|Here's to St. John's in the land we love,|Can anyone here name the capital of...
of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
Made me the idiot America
It's not over 'till you're underground
It's
itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?
And don't look back
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your
the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
Made me the idiot America
[Chorus]
She said I can't
power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing
of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
Made me the idiot America
It's not over 'till you're underground
It's
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