Saint of Killers - Diablo Blvd

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

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!

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 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

I will

Saint of killers I’ll always be