Slingshot - Saints of Hell

The saints of hell only attack you in your sleep
When the light are low your far away your dreams are deep
The burning questions that will keep you up at night
Who lives who dies and who deserves to win the fight
You may think that you are better than them
In your head you're nice to everyone around
But when you shake St. Peters hand and he won't let you in
Silence is the only sound
Where are your school friends now
Where do I begin
Its four A.M put your phone down
Only the saints of hell can tell
Only the saints of hell can tell
You’d promised me you would end it in goodbye
But I guess your private messages seemed you didn't try
You told me you and him don't get along
By god how I was wrong
You may think that you are better than them
In your head you're nice to everyone around
But you shook St. Peters hand and he won't let you in
You made him a fool didn't you now
You don't know the right way round
Where do you begin
Its four fifteen put your phone down
Only the saints of hell can tell
Only the saints of hell can tell
Only the saints of hell can tell
You played me for the fool didn't you now
I shook St. Peters hand he told me about you, and all the things you’d like to do
I shook St. Peters hand he warned me about you, all the love you wish to ruin
What can I do except keep on loving you
Only the saints of hell can tell
Cause you're a saint of hell to me
To everyone around, you're a saint of hell

Written by:
Harvey McNevin

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