[Words By: Dee Harrington, Music By: Dee Harrington] You've made a deal A web to deceive On certain dreams Shadows the moonlight Cast your lots To a
deceived by the clown inside of me. I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain. My patron saint
have one first chance to make one first impression that lasts a lifetime Reputations to proceed itself do you believe in hell? Babylon, greed for wealth Do you deceive
How can this be? Why is he the chosen one? Saint gone astray With a scepter and a gun Learn to believe In the mighty and the strong Come bleed
[Lyrics by John Petrucci] How can this be? Why is he the chosen one? Saint gone astray With a scepter and a gun Learn to believe In the mighty
Christmas." It's Christmas Eve Another time to deceive I got another trick up my sleeve He won't leave I just wait tic-toc-ticky Somebody told me fuck Saint
months later Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg
6 months later Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg
first chance to make one first impression that lasts a lifetime Reputations to proceed itself do you believe in hell? Babylon, greed for wealth Do you deceive
Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition Stuck in her chest A warning no one read Tragic friendship Called inside the fog Pouring venom brew deceiving
city of frauds But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars 'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars Now, first of all, yo, we ain't no saints Can we
one first chance to make one first impression that lasts a lifetime Reputations to proceed itself do you believe in hell? Babylon, greed for wealth Do you deceive
) in (in) peace. Chorus: And it won't be long, it won't be long, it won't be long before Babylon (Babylon) the Great has fallen (fallen) and the saints
been deceived by the clown inside of me I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Oh, something's a telling me I wear the ball and chain My patron saint
You?re boned like a saint With the consciousness of a snake You?re the kind of girl I?d like to find Face like an angel (In my mirror) But you?re boned
the things to believe in The thoughts of the ancients just could not be Without changes in rhythm and time If you put all the prophets, mystics and saints
he mumbles excuses, he lies and lies. He cannot allow them to finish him off. Over-heated, overwrought. He refuses to die like a saint, half-believed and always deceived
father...the night your eyes went black In the church of saint anne Oh father...god left you for dead It was a black year For the church of saint anne
