| When I met you we were young
|
| And like gasoline to matches
|
| Waking up drunk
|
| Sleeping through your early classes
|
| I grew up and grew dull
|
| And you say you wished I hadn’t
|
| Well I’m drunk again
|
| And you’re guilty like you’re Irish catholic
|
| But you ain’t no saint
|
| I ain’t one either
|
| Guess that’s why I’m lying here
|
| Cause I know
|
| That I’m banged up
|
| I got bruises I can’t place
|
| Oh I’ve been coughing out blood
|
| I’ve got a gut full of ulcers
|
| They’re gonna burn out like dead stars
|
| Turn to dust
|
| If you’re coming here alone
|
| Then there’s nowhere else to go
|
| So when I walk in man they know I’m alone
|
| Dig your anchors in my bones
|
| Keep your breathing soft and slow
|
| It’s freezing, I made a blanket from my coat
|
| But you ain’t no saint
|
| I ain’t one either
|
| Guess that’s why I’m lying here
|
| Cause I know
|
| That I’m banged up
|
| I got bruises I can’t place
|
| Oh I’ve been coughing out blood
|
| I’ve got a gut full of ulcers
|
| They’re gonna burn out like dead stars
|
| Turn to dust
|
| It gets freezing here after dark
|
| So I’m searching the car for my dad’s old
|
| Bills hat, passed down in 93
|
| It never got far from me
|
| He moved to the island from upstate
|
| And he’d spend Sunday
|
| Watching the game with me
|
| Explaining everything
|
| We’d watch Jim Kelly lead the way
|
| And if my dad was here I wonder what he’d say
|
| If my dad was here I wonder if he’d even recognize me
|
| I’m fucking begging
|
| I’m fucking begging
|
| Cause I know
|
| That I’m banged up
|
| I got bruises I can’t place
|
| Oh I’ve been coughing out blood
|
| And I know
|
| That I’m banged up
|
| I got bruises I can’t place
|
| Oh I’ve been coughing out blood |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Ain't No Saint, artist - Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties. Album song We Don't Have Each Other, in the genre Альтернатива