Lyrics:
die they gon' bury me a saint
Yeah, when I die they gon' bury me a saint
When I die they gon' bury me a saint
What's really waiting at the end
Вона шикарна, да ну нахуй (да ну нах)
Вона в Saint Laurent (ай)
Сука, сука, в Saint Laurent (ей)
Сука в Saint Laurent
Сука в Saint Laurent, вона
Saint Patrick don’t you worry,
For your bride’ll soon be home
With a ros’ry made of silver
And a letter sent from Rome.
For the mills were open
heels up
For Sweet Saint Leigh
Oh Saint Leigh
Sweet Saint Leigh
Come on out and kick you heels up
For Sweet Saint Leigh
If I could part the clouds
Light
is
None of us are saints
We all make mistakes
Cuz none of us are saints
None of us are saints
I spent a nickel and bought a brittle love
And I left
Saints stand up, lift your hands up
Saints stand up, lift your hands up
Saints stand up, lift your hands up
Lift your hands up, lift your hands up
and crying in vain
You know it's true
We're hell and heaven made
It's me and you
In one big masquerade
We're all saints and sinners
We're both god
nom de Jésus, Louez le nom de l'Eternel Dieu
Louez le nom de Jésus, Louez le nom de l'Eternel Dieu
1 HAHA HA HA HAHA, HA HA HAHAHA
Saint Esprit prend
Wings of angels tears of saints
Prayers and promises won't bring you back
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints
I lost you
They laughed at their god
And fought him in vain
So he turned his back on them
And left them in pain
Now here come the saints
With their banners
Dufour
Tu viens me visiter
À Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Il n'y a plus d'après
À Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Plus d'après-demain
Plus d'après-midi
Il n'y
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah!)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank
O when the Saints (when the saints)
Go marching in (marching in)
Now, when the Saints go marching in (marching in)
Yes, I want to be in that number
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter
All want me to be a saint, all want me to be a saint
Put the people in their place cannot file a complaint
All want me to be
They laughed at their god
And fought him in vain
So he turned his back on them
And left them in pain
Now here come the saints
With their banners
of salvation begins
Master (master) – Mastermind
Halo (halo) – or curse of mankind
Savior (savior) – or deadly fiend
Blessed or possessed
Sinner or saint
Sinner
Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
It's Guinevere, remember me?
Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
I'm over here beneath this tree
You know how
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
changes with the seasons
To all of the futures
I couldn't see me in
I'm watching my halo fade
Maybe I'm not a saint
I'm not a, I'm not a, I'm not
Il y a bien longtemps vivait entre les monts
Monsieur de Saint Simon, Saint Simon tout lui était bon
Le monde entier connaissait son nom
Les gens
the way down to the
Columbia River delta
It's really funky down there, I'm tellin' ya
And he's gotta go down to find
The parish of Saint Alfonzo
Saint
Trying out in the night
I am ready to start a fight
Hear the winds blowing through
Through my mind and I am waiting for you
Fallen saint, Fallen
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