Saint John - Cold War Kids

Supper time in the hole

Supper time in the hole

I shame my family, shame my home

Supper time

Old Saint John on death row

He’s just waiting for a pardon

Old Saint John on death row

He’s just waiting for a pardon

Old Saint John on death row

He’s just waiting for a pardon

Old Saint John on death row

He’s just waiting

All the white boys in the stay pressed slacks

They’re home for the summer from college

Staying out late, getting rowdy at the bar

And looking for trouble uptown

They come up my block, 'bout 5 or 6 of them

Smashing their bottles in the gutter

Yelling all kinds of obscenities

About woman and God and law

Another supper time in the hole

Supper time

I shame my family, shame my home

Supper time

A young girl turned the corner with a clerk dress on That girl was my sister

Just got off the night shift at Pennington’s Place

Just wanna go home and get some sleep

Butch grabbed her by the waist with the caffeine eyes

The hands all

I picked up a brick from my papa’s front yard

And threw it at the tallest boy’s face

Well, blood was streaming like a well that sprung

I couldn’t believe what I had just done

Well, the other boy ran and this one stayed

On the ground and he would never move again

Old Saint John on death row

He’s just waiting for a pardon

Old Saint John on death row

He’s just waiting for a pardon

All us boys on death row

We’re just waiting for a pardon

All us boys on death row

Yours truly on trial, I testify

I gotta keep on running 'til the well runs dry

Yours truly on trial, I testify

I gotta keep on running 'til the well runs

Yours truly on trial, I testify

I gotta keep on running 'til the well runs dry

Yours truly on trial, I testify

I gotta keep on running 'til the well runs dry