The gods will ignore your end (they'll defend the elder) The lords won't salute you The savior won't heal your soul Now let the saints The saints come marching in The hare once betrayed me and so did the fox and the crow Just once defied me There's me

Saint Anger 'round my neck I'm madly in anger with you! You flush it out, you flush it out He never gets respect Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets I hit the lights on these dark sets And I need to set my anger free I need a voice to let myself To let

She's not a saint and she's not what you think She's an actress, whoa She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, whoa Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep

I pull her slowly Saint Laurent on both my feet All this jewelry, they gon' notice me Got your ho with me And you know I got that Rol' on me I wanna ride, ride, ride on it Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her Wanna cry, cry, cry on her Ay, wanna fly, fly, fly

I believe most people are good And most mama's oughta qualify for sainthood I believe most Friday nights look better under neon or stadium lights I believe you love who you love Ain't nothing you should ever be ashamed of I believe this world ain't half

No matter what I say Days will come and go Nothing's set in stone I know no matter what I say I got this feeling, I can't keep it down anymore Bring me some healing Saint Cecilia, carry me home to your house of broken bones I know no matter what I say

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

I like to play with the cash, go to Chanel and spaz Kicking flavors Saint Laurent watch how I walk Ain't no favors, they gon' outline you in chalk You the biggest, biggest hater of them all It ain't no time, it ain't no time, it ain't no time It ain't no

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

When the priest kill a maiden in the metal church Armored saints and warlocks watched the slaughter Rage of the slayer forced the pretty maids To kiss the queen in crimson glory Woooaaaahhhyeeeaaaahyeeaaah Take some venom and accept That you won't see