Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Saints, artist - Helloween.
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Song language: English
The Saints |
Gimme gimme sell your souls |
I skin and strip you bold (ly) |
My revenue ain’t yours |
All means my way, I’m mighty |
I clutch what’s mine, yours sevenfold |
I leave you in the cold |
Got all my schemes in place |
You stifle in my maze |
All you shysters |
Seek shelter on the last day |
While you laugh loud, disclaiming |
As your dire end will come/dawn on you |
Ah you. |
Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart |
Unrest in ye must’ve been the devil in all of us |
The saints are marching again |
And harvest souls |
They’re taking every single one |
The saints march again |
And harmony |
Is here, ye can go testify |
Don´t you dream you´re ever safe |
I ll get you in your grave |
Go molest your heirs with my |
Sleight of hand attorneys -I |
Profit at your dear expense |
Cash in, perform my prance |
Relinquish and lose what you |
Toiled for, anyway |
All you shysters |
Seek shelter on the last day |
While you laugh loud, disclaiming |
As your dire end will come/dawn on you |
Ah you. |
Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart |
Unrest in ye must’ve been the devil in all of us |
The saints are marching again |
And harvest souls |
They’re taking every single one |
The saints march again |
And harmony |
Is here, ye can go testify |