The Bootleg Saint - Sam Roberts

Come make your complaint to the Bootleg Saint

He’s been gone, keepin' on, keepin' on for your freedom

Black boots, brown skin he has chemical roots

He’s taking back the city one sinner at a time

He’ll sacrifice if you pay the price

He remembers a time when everything was alright

We had water from wine, the streets were alive

Then old Captain Industry who sold his soul at Wounded Knee

Bought himself a little property

The Saint had found his enemy

He’ll sacrifice if you pay the price

The laws might sleep, but they never die

Lions for sheep — an eye for an eye

He wears a ring with the brand of a three-legged dog

His rose-coloured glasses cut through the fog

The laws might sleep but they never die

Lions for sheep, an eye for an eye

He came down on a storm cloud hard as the Amazon rain

Took him on, took him on and on

And you can pay your respects in the form of a cheque

He’s taking back the city one sinner at a time

He’ll sacrifice if you pay the price

The laws might sleep but they never die

Lions for sheep, an eye for an eye

The Bootleg Saint, well he walks the line

Between an everyman hero and a waste of time