
Date of issue: 11.03.2021
Record label: Australian Broadcasting
Song language: English
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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