The Bootleg Saint Lyrics - Chemical City - Sam Roberts

Come make your complaint to the Bootleg Saint 

He's been gone, keepin' on, keepin' on for your freedom 

Black boots, brown skin he has chemical roots 

He's taking back the city one sinner at a time 

He'll sacrifice if you pay the price 

He remembers a time when everything was alright 

We had water from wine, the streets were alive 

Then old Captain Industry who sold his soul at Wounded Knee 

Bought himself a little property 

The Saint had found his enemy 

He'll sacrifice if you pay the price 

The laws might sleep, but they never die 

Lions for sheep - an eye for an eye 

He wears a ring with the brand of a three-legged dog 

His rose-coloured glasses cut through the fog 

The laws might sleep but they never die 

Lions for sheep, an eye for an eye 

He came down on a storm cloud hard as the Amazon rain 

Took him on, took him on and on 

And you can pay your respects in the form of a cheque 

He's taking back the city one sinner at a time 

He'll sacrifice if you pay the price 

The laws might sleep but they never die 

Lions for sheep, an eye for an eye 

The Bootleg Saint, well he walks the line 

Between an everyman hero and a waste of time