Oscar Jerome

"Your Saint"

[Verse 1: Oscar Jerome]
In search of streets of gold
The road may lead to Feneos
Where the river begin but the journey doesn't end, no
Winding through a valley
You may reach a sulphurous swamp
Place a coin in the mouth of your loved one
So they can be ferried across
Shield their eyes to the damned that eternally choke
These muddy waters replace the dirty words that they spoke
You may ask yourself how did I end up around these ways
And the wind replies "My friend, you were at the right time in the wrong place"

[Pre-Chorus]
(Your saint only cares for money)
(Don't you touch his sense of pride)

[Chorus: Oscar Jerome]
Your saint only cares for money
Your saint only cares for money
Don't you touch his sense of pride
Your saint only cares for money
Your saint only cares for money
Don't you touch his sense of pride
Parris' arrow is hot on your heels
A scholar caught in the rain
Unnoticed, unnamed
Your saint only cares for money
Don't you touch his sense of pride
Don't you touch his sense of pride
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