St. James
This is the story of a man
Who conquered life drink in hand
Ship unmanned
Marked by genius, channelled good,
By some a bit misunderstood
They'd been wrong many times before
Sometimes our saints are sinners,
They blur the lines and lead the way,
Their way
Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints
Never a stranger to late nights,
Snake bites, fist fights and empty pints,
Unrivaled heights
He led with songs, they sang along,
Created bonds that held so strong
Some were right and some were wrong
Sometimes our saints are sinners,
They blur the lines and lead the way,
Their way
Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints
It's by the sea and at night's end,
That's when the sin and swill begin
That's when he had that certain light inside his head
For every whisper he would scream,
For every draught he shared a drink
For every sorrow there is a light from our St. James
On the sea by the cliff he watches,
He waits the night to see
The day - his way
Last call will find us all
But there's a light that leads the way, our way
Sometimes our saints are sinners,
They blur the lines and lead the way,
Their way
Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints
