All the soldiers are lying dead
After they'd conquered this land
Flowing blood paints everything in red.
All the mrs' are lying in their beds
With a wake up call they wake up sad
Flowing tears paint everything very bad.

Nothing is worse than a worthless victim
Give me your hand and I'll push on through
I will light up a smoke for me and for Satan
Trust me my dear I know what to do
I'm the desert saint

Policemen in my neighbor's door
Angry mob tries to break the flour
They through him over board and fours him to swim for
shore.
And his wife is really scared
And his children are really scared
Her husband is dead and their father is also dead.

Nothing is worse than a worthless victim
Give me your hand and I'll push on through
I will light up a smoke for me and for Satan
Trust me my dear I know what to do
I'm the desert saint

Exhale your demons
Inhale me instead
I'm the desert saint surrounded by sand

I smell the madness on the battle field
Only Jesus knows what I feel
We must stop and move on stop with all the kill.
I can feel the pain in you like it's my own
And then I take it from you and now it's gone
But dipper in me it spreads right to the bones.
I'm the desert saint
I'm the desert saint
Surrounded by sand
Stupid sand