The bootleg saint
Sam robertsHe's been gone, keepin' on, keepin' on for your freedom
Black boots, brown skin he has chemical roots
He's taking back the city one sinner at a time
He'll sacrifice if you pay the price
He remembers a time when everything was alright
We had water from wine, the streets were alive
Then old Captain Industry who sold his soul at Wounded Knee
Bought himself a little property
The Saint had found his enemy
He'll sacrifice if you pay the price
The laws might sleep, but they never die
Lions for sheep - an eye for an eye
He wears a ring with the brand of a three-legged dog
His rose-coloured glasses cut through the fog
The laws might sleep, but they never die
Lions for sheep - an eye for an eye
He came down on a storm cloud hard as the Amazon rain
Took him on, took him on and on
And you can pay your respects in the form of a cheque
He's taking back the city one sinner at a time
He'll sacrifice if you pay the price
The laws might sleep, but they never die
Lions for sheep - an eye for an eye
The Bootleg Saint, well he walks the line
Between an everyman hero and a waste of time