Cold War Kids - Saint John Lyrics
Suppertime in the holeSuppertime in the holeI shame my familyShame my homeSuppertime...Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardonOld Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardonOld Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardonOld Saint John on death row, boy he's just a-waiting...All the white boys in their stay-pressed slacks, they're home for the summer from collegeStayin' out late, getting rowdy at the bar, they're looking for trouble uptownThey come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them, smashin' their bottles in the gutterYelling all kinds of obscenities, about women and God and lawAnother suppertime in the holeSuppertimeI shame my familyShame my homeSuppertime...Young girl turn the corner with her clerk dress on, that girl was my sisterJust got off the night shift at Penningtons Place, just wanna go home and get some sleepBoys grab her by the waist with their caffeine eyes, their hands all figdet and 'lectricI picked up a brick from my papa's front yard and threw it at the tallest boy's faceWell blood was streaming like a well that sprung, I couldn't believe what I had just doneWell the other boys ran and this one stayed on the ground and he would never move againOld Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardonOld Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardonAll us boys on death row, we just waiting for a pardonAll us boys on death rowYours truly on trial, I testifyI got to keep on running till the well run dryYours truly on trial, I testifyI got to keep on running till the well run dryYours truly on trial, I testifyI got to keep on running till the well run dryYours truly on trial, I testifyI got to keep on running till the well run dry
