St. James
This is the story of a manWho conquered life drink in handShip unmannedMarked by genius, channelled good,By some a bit misunderstoodThey'd been wrong many times before
Sometimes our saints are sinners,They blur the lines and lead the way,Their wayRaise hell and a glass in reverence,The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints
Never a stranger to late nights,Snake bites, fist fights and empty pints,Unrivaled heightsHe led with songs, they sang along,Created bonds that held so strongSome were right and some were wrong
Sometimes our saints are sinners,They blur the lines and lead the way,Their wayRaise hell and a glass in reverence,The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints
It's by the sea and at night's end,That's when the sin and swill beginThat's when he had that certain light inside his headFor every whisper he would scream,For every draught he shared a drinkFor every sorrow there is a light from our St. James
On the sea by the cliff he watches,He waits the night to seeThe day - his wayLast call will find us allBut there's a light that leads the way, our way
Sometimes our saints are sinners,They blur the lines and lead the way,Their wayRaise hell and a glass in reverence,The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints