Patron Saint O' Thieves Lyrics - The Rumjacks

A Christmas song from behind the wire. 

Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers & sailors 

Strike these shackles from me uh-huh 

Slide the bolt from out the door & tear down all the wire 

My babys growin cold & im on fire 

The aind that whistles off the hills & carries her perfume 

Carries too a lonely carol badly out of tune 

For just tonight beyond them walls id lay a mountain low 

And sing to her like only i know how 

They dont hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars 

So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see 

Though shes left like a widow of a war that never was 

Theres a light still burns in me 

Auld Nick patron saint o' merchants, pawnmen & the judges 

Who barter with the lives o men the battlers & the bludgers 

Go haunt the dogs awhile they sleep & thrash em round to sense 

Theres to many good bkys this side of the fence 

Theres boys in here for liftin gear from non-be-wary strangers 

Newly minted ner-do-wells & them born with the dangers 

For ljvin less than fruitful lives, toppin less than faithful wives 

A broken line o' fools that span the ages