only fools and horses live for the weekend
jesus said with a smile
to the wild and the weak men
now for treasonous reasons
deceivings
I’m leaving
i love you
my children and heathens
i can’t do this no more
I’ve patiently waited said judas to paul
he’s no king, he’s a pawn
I’ve seen he’s twisted
yeah I’ve seen it all
he’s a feverish cold
spreading his germs to the feeble and old
as the dinner bell calls
jesus is waiting
your food’s getting cold
you are runts and you are plain
hush now
don’t speak
don’t complain
oh no, you’re a mean one mr grinch
i will take my healing
with a pinch
well peter pulls a pint
so peter picks a prize
the hinds of unsuspecting girls
with lonely appetites
yeah thats three for five
yeah thats three for nine
its all the same
the devil’s game
he’s on the pull tonight
i can’t do this no more
I’ve patiently waited said judas to john
he’s no king, he’s a pawn
I’ve seen he’s twisted
yeah I’ve seen it oh no
he’s a feverish cold
spreading disease to the feeble and old
as the dinner bell calls
I’ve seen he’s twisted
yeah I’ve seen it all
you are runts and you are plain
hush now
don’t speak
don’t complain
oh no, you’re a mean one mr grinch
i will take my healing
with a pinch
write off my limbs
write of my brain
im a sinner
getting thinner
need no dinner with the saints
oh no
i fucked it up again
so long to my demons
so long to my friends
three days it never seems enough
these days i wonder who to trust
three days it never seems enough
these days i wonder who to trust
three days it never seems enough
these days i wonder
i wonder
i wonder who to trust
you are runts and you are plain
hush now
don’t speak
don’t complain
oh no, you’re a mean one mr grinch
i will take my healing
my healing
my healing
with a pinch
three days it never seems enough
these days i wonder who to trust
three days it never seems enough
these days i wonder who to trust
a tall and handsome man rides to find the minds of blasphemy
he’s found on saddleback down beaten tracks
with bloodied clothes and feet
oh saul you fool what have you done
disobeyed and strayed from me
have you no grasp of the prophet son
your the outlaw on devils knee
you have the papers
the bounty on their heads
and the road that you ride upon
will be dark and cold and dead
outlaw stranger
struck by saints the
long road ends in shame
strong jawed saviour
blind to danger
roads they tend to change
you seek to duel with preacher men who slander what you teach
their words are works of heathens and their words is what they’ll eat
but then a blinding light from skies
shouts words of which you heed
these men are soldiers for me so no longer shall you see
you have the papers
the bounty on their heads
and this road you ride on
side by side on
stark and underfed
outlaw stranger
struck by saints the
long road ends in shame
strong jawed saviour
blind to danger
roads they tend to change
and this road lends to fame
yeah roads they tend to change
come to find us Ananias
no more blood shed in this town
no more bullet shells on the ground
oh my brothers you see
I’ve led you to believe
that i was a saint until now
so smoke em up boys drink em down
there’s work to be done in this town
we’ll ride through the night
and by dawns early light
we’ll return all our guns to the ground
yeah we’ll ride through the night
and by dawns early light
we’ll return all our guns to the ground
and wait for the trumpets to sound
outlaw stranger
struck by saints the
long road ends in shame
strong jawed saviour
blind to danger
roads they tend to change
and this road lends to fame
yeah roads they tend to change
come to find us Ananias
won’t you come
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