The Rumjacks - Sainted Millions lyrics
[The Rumjacks - Sainted Millions lyrics]
We are the sainted millions where
The howling black birds fly hand in hand
We walk on through while the tracers
Pass us by we are the tainted living on the
Piss stained old barstools
So raise a pint for those below
Who are singing beneath our shoes
Sleeping sainted millions can you tell
Me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote
Beneath your pile of stone
The writings on the granite read
So trite and insincere
What do ya feel ya missed about
The dash between the years?
Well I would have laughed with a maniacal cry
At some of the things that lead
To being kept awake at night
The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand
Sleeping sainted millions can you tell
Me what you know?
Cut down by a bullet from the rifle of a foe
Stripped and stacked and piled and cleaned
And lined up in a row
Packed upon a clipper ship and
Chucked into a hole
But it’s not the end that we need to revive
It’s your compatriots' remembrances that
Make you come alive
The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand
Sleeping sainted millions can you tell
Me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote
Beneath your pile of stone
The questions never answered left a
Ringing in your ear
You walked around these haunted grounds
A thousand times a year
And the song in your head
Is a personified lie
There’s comfort in a bottle and
There’s comfort in a sky
With all the time you’ll wash away
You’ll fall in line and joined the ranks
Of those who lived and died among their day
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand
The howling black birds fly hand in hand
We walk on through while the tracers
Pass us by we are the tainted living on the
Piss stained old barstools
So raise a pint for those below
Who are singing beneath our shoes
Sleeping sainted millions can you tell
Me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote
Beneath your pile of stone
The writings on the granite read
So trite and insincere
What do ya feel ya missed about
The dash between the years?
Well I would have laughed with a maniacal cry
At some of the things that lead
To being kept awake at night
The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand
Sleeping sainted millions can you tell
Me what you know?
Cut down by a bullet from the rifle of a foe
Stripped and stacked and piled and cleaned
And lined up in a row
Packed upon a clipper ship and
Chucked into a hole
But it’s not the end that we need to revive
It’s your compatriots' remembrances that
Make you come alive
The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand
Sleeping sainted millions can you tell
Me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote
Beneath your pile of stone
The questions never answered left a
Ringing in your ear
You walked around these haunted grounds
A thousand times a year
And the song in your head
Is a personified lie
There’s comfort in a bottle and
There’s comfort in a sky
With all the time you’ll wash away
You’ll fall in line and joined the ranks
Of those who lived and died among their day
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand
And I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand