No Saints in the Barroom
Relax BlackSun
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The preacher came, he raised his finger
But his hands were shaking too
I told him, Father, let me linger
This whiskey speaks much more than you
No saints in the barroom, only thieves
Drunk on songs and broken dreams
We pray with bottles, we kneel with smokes
And laugh at God between our jokes
The poet cried, his rhyme was failing
The singer coughed his lungs away
The barmaid smiled, her eyes were trailing
She's seen the same night every day
No saints in the barroom, only thieves
Drunk on songs and broken dreams
We pray with bottles, we kneel with smokes
And laugh at God between our jokes
And if salvation ever comes
It won't be found in holy drums
It lives in voices, rough and scarred
That sing of life, both sweet and hard
No saints in the barroom, only thieves
Drunk on songs and broken dreams
We pray with bottles, we kneel with smokes
And laugh at God between our jokes