Saint Of Killers Lyrics

Worn out boots, treading on the highway Vulture moon, learing down on me The hot wind blows and the air is thin Grains of sand fill the cracks of my skin

Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind Now I'll pay you back in kind, yeah Born to end lives, never looking back Righting the wrongs done to me Born to end lives

Saint of killers I'll always be

Chased the good Lord out of heaven. Shot the devil through the brain.

Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind Now I'll pay you back in kind, yeah! Born to end lives, never looking back Righting the wrongs done to me Born to end lives
Yeah!

Only tried to live a good life and leave my past behind You visited death on those I love, I'll pay you back in kind I'll march right up to heaven and sit upon your throne. Do to you what I did to devil and rest my weary bones.

Born to end lives, never looking back Righting the wrongs done to me Born to end lives Saint of killers I'll always be I will

Saint of killers I'll always be.

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