• St-James

    This is the story of a man,
    Who conquered life drink in hand
    Ship unmanned.
    Marked by genius, channelled good, 
    By some a bit misunderstood.
    They'd been wrong many times before

    Some times our saints are sinners,
    They blur the lines and lead the way,
    Their Way.
    Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
    The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.

    Never a stranger to late night snake 
    bite fist fights and empty pints,
    Unrivaled heights.
    He led with songs, they sang along, 
    created bonds that held so strong
    Some were right and some were wrong

    Some times our saints are sinners,
    They blur the lines and lead the way,
    Their Way.
    Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
    The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.

    [Solo]

    It's by the sea and at nights end that's when the sin and swill begin
    That's when he had that certain light inside his head
    For every whisper he would scream for every draught he shared a drink
    For every sorrow there is a light from our St. James

    On the sea by the cliff he watches, he waits the night to see
    The day - his way
    Last call will find us all
    But there's a light that leads the way, our way.

    Some times our saints are sinners,
    They blur the lines and lead the way,
    Their Way.
    Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
    The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.



    R.I.P
    1981-2009
    ~
    F­oREVer~





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