Saint of Killers

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh

Worn out boots, treading on the highway
Vulture moon, learing down on me
The hot wind blows and the air is thin
Grains of sand fill the cracks of my skin

Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind
Now I'll pay you back in kind, yeah
Born to end lives, never looking back
Righting the wrongs done to me
Born to end lives
Saint of killers I'll always be

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh

Chased the good Lord out of heaven
Shot the devil through the brain

Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind
Now I'll pay you back in kind, yeah
Born to end lives, never looking back
Righting the wrongs done to me
Born to end lives

Yeah

Oh

Only tried to live a good life and leave my past behind
You visited death on those I love, I'll pay you back in kind
I'll march right up to heaven and sit upon your throne
Do to you what I did to the devil and rest my weary bones

Born to end lives, never looking back
Righting the wrongs done to me
Born to end lives
Saint of killers I'll always be
Always
I will

Saint of killers I'll always be



Credits
Writer(s): Andries Nikolaas Karel Beckers, Alexander John Anthony Agnew, Tim Roeland Bekaert, Kris Jaques Maria Martens, David Hubrechts
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