Saint on the road
There is a road
Said the man hoping for
Less then he was
a saint marching for
Roads never end
So dose his strife
Once was he told
To use that knife

WO WO WO wowo wowo it's your life
WO WO WO wowo wowo use that knife
WO WO WO wowo wowo don't you care
Your life is your enemy, beware.

Tired, and bruised
Set the men on his rock
Pleasure had streamed
Through his body had shocked
Crying out for they were dead
Still keeps him up
at night in his bed

WO WO WO wowo wowo it's your life
WO WO WO wowo wowo use that knife
WO WO WO wowo wowo don't you care
Your life is your enemy, beware.


Pouring rain
Washed his eyes from his fears
Now he can see everything clear
Too proud to leave (live)
His body to die
Now he regrets
But he still has to try