| Come make your complaint to the Bootleg Saint
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| He’s been gone, keepin' on, keepin' on for your freedom
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| Black boots, brown skin he has chemical roots
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| He’s taking back the city one sinner at a time
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| He’ll sacrifice if you pay the price
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| He remembers a time when everything was alright
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| We had water from wine, the streets were alive
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| Then old Captain Industry who sold his soul at Wounded Knee
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| Bought himself a little property
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| The Saint had found his enemy
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| He’ll sacrifice if you pay the price
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| The laws might sleep, but they never die
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| Lions for sheep — an eye for an eye
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| He wears a ring with the brand of a three-legged dog
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| His rose-coloured glasses cut through the fog
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| The laws might sleep but they never die
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| Lions for sheep, an eye for an eye
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| He came down on a storm cloud hard as the Amazon rain
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| Took him on, took him on and on
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| And you can pay your respects in the form of a cheque
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| He’s taking back the city one sinner at a time
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| He’ll sacrifice if you pay the price
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| The laws might sleep but they never die
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| Lions for sheep, an eye for an eye
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| The Bootleg Saint, well he walks the line
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| Between an everyman hero and a waste of time |