Cold War Kids - St. John lyrics
[Cold War Kids - St. John lyrics]
Suppertime in the hole
Suppertime in the hole i shame my family
Shame my home suppertime
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
Boy he's just a-waiting
All the white boys in
Their stay-pressed slacks
They're home for the summer from college
Stayin' out late, getting rowdy at the bar
They're looking for trouble uptown
They come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them
Smashin' their bottles in the gutter
Yelling all kinds of obscenities
About women and God and law
Another suppertime in the hole suppertime
I shame my family shame my home
Suppertime
Young girl turn the corner with
Her clerk dress on, that girl was my sister
Just got off the night
Shift at Penningtons Place
Just wanna go home and get some sleep
Boys grab her by the waist
With their caffeine eyes
Their hands all figdet and 'lectric
I picked up a brick from my papa's front yard
And threw it at the tallest boy's face
Well blood was streaming like
A well that sprung
I couldn't believe what I had just done
Well the other boys ran and
This one stayed on
The ground and he would never move again
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row
We just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running
Till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running
Till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running
Till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running
Till the well run dry
Suppertime in the hole i shame my family
Shame my home suppertime
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
Boy he's just a-waiting
All the white boys in
Their stay-pressed slacks
They're home for the summer from college
Stayin' out late, getting rowdy at the bar
They're looking for trouble uptown
They come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them
Smashin' their bottles in the gutter
Yelling all kinds of obscenities
About women and God and law
Another suppertime in the hole suppertime
I shame my family shame my home
Suppertime
Young girl turn the corner with
Her clerk dress on, that girl was my sister
Just got off the night
Shift at Penningtons Place
Just wanna go home and get some sleep
Boys grab her by the waist
With their caffeine eyes
Their hands all figdet and 'lectric
I picked up a brick from my papa's front yard
And threw it at the tallest boy's face
Well blood was streaming like
A well that sprung
I couldn't believe what I had just done
Well the other boys ran and
This one stayed on
The ground and he would never move again
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row
We just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running
Till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running
Till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running
Till the well run dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I got to keep on running
Till the well run dry