 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sainted Millions , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Hestia, in the genre Панк
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sainted Millions , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Hestia, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 11.03.2021
Record label: Australian Broadcasting
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sainted Millions , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Hestia, in the genre Панк
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sainted Millions , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Hestia, in the genre Панк| Sainted Millions | 
| We are the sainted millions where the howling black birds fly | 
| Hand in hand we walk on through while the tracers pass us by | 
| We are the tainted living on the piss stained old barstools | 
| So raise a pint for those below who are singing beneath our shoes | 
| Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know? | 
| Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone | 
| The writings on the granet read so trite and insincere | 
| What do ya feel ya missed about the dash between the years? | 
| Well, I would have laughed with a maniacal cry | 
| At some of the things that lead to being kept awake at night | 
| The more you see, the more you grow from Montreal to Tokyo | 
| So ride the highs and take the lows | 
| And I wouldn’t trade it for another, and I would do it all again | 
| And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand | 
| Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know | 
| Cut down by a bullet from the rifle of a foe | 
| Stripped and stacked and piled and cleaned and lined up in a row | 
| Packed upon a clipper ship and chucked into a hole | 
| But it’s not the end that we need to revive | 
| It’s your compatriot’s remembrances that make you come alive | 
| The more you see, the more you grow from Montreal to Tokyo | 
| So ride the highs and take the lows | 
| And I wouldn’t trade it for another, and I would do it all again | 
| And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand | 
| Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know? | 
| Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone | 
| The questions never answered left a ringing in your ear | 
| You walked around these haunted grounds a thousand times a year | 
| And the song in your head is a personified lie | 
| There’s comfort in a bottle and there’s comfort in a sky | 
| With all the time you’ll wash away you’ll fall in line and joined the ranks | 
| Of those who lived and died among their day | 
| And I wouldn’t trade it for another, and I would do it all again | 
| And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand | 
| And I wouldn’t trade it for another, and I would do it all again | 
| And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand | 
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