Cult, The – Saints Are Down

I’m so blind, I cannot see

You’re so warm to me

I’m not there and you are here

Please take me

Yeah, the saints are down

Oh, the saints are down

The saints are down

The saints are down

Life’s so long, or short should I say?

I am here to get it on with you today

Girl, you should know that I love you more than I can say

Sometimes I fear all those things that come down on us anyway

But I gotta tell ya that my

My saints are down

That my saints are down

Let me tell you why

Saints are down

The saints are down

Hey, pretty good, what do you got to say?

Whose fucking life is it anyway?

Don’t you know anything about anybody else?

You’re so wrapped up in your tiny self

Oh, let me tell ya

Saints are down, yes they are

Your saints are down

Your saints are down

The saints are down

They’re down

And they’re not coming round

Yeah, they’re not easily found

Buried

And they’re buried in the ground

Yeah, they’re buried upside down

Saints are down

Saints are down

Saints are down

Saints are down

Saints are down

The saints are down

Yes they are

Yes they are, well

You’ll never see them again, no

Your saints are down…