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Down On March The Saints

s irony The cleansing With all our lives at stake From at rest to the present Are sitting high among the elect On march the saints... March We have

s irony The cleansing With all our lives at stake From at rest to the present Are sitting high among the elect On march the saints... March We have

for a second Every man reckon it sure would be good to be there Whether Zion or Mecca when the gates are finally closed And the saints go marching in [

you're on of us) GO GO GO--throw your shapes doppelg_ngers You're one of us. Trumpet-mouth junky-saints go Silver-tongue marching down the Stairway to

where all your dreams turn bittersweet with voodoo doll philosophies day glo holy trinities the crooked raft that leaves the shore ferries drunken souls aboard pilgrims march to compostelo ( * ) visions of their saint

just came up on a mill' and I got 'em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo' Bag full of clothes I remember havin rocks in the hall on the glimmer with

few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone calling me home And I can hear the band begin "When the Saints Go Marching In", And by the whiskers on

came up on a mill And I got 'em sweepin' and pickin' up tags off the floor Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall On the glimmer with

[Chorus: Saint Nick] Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out.. .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a