Bootleg Saint - Sam Roberts

Come make your complaint to the Bootleg Saint 
He's been gone, keepin' on, keepin' on for your freedom 
Black boots, brown skin he has chemical roots 
He's taking back the city one sinner at a time 

He'll sacrifice if you pay the price 

He remembers a time when everything was alright 
We had water from wine, the streets were alive 
Then old Captain Industry who sold his soul at Wounded Knee 
Bought himself a little property 
The Saint had found his enemy 

He'll sacrifice if you pay the price 

The laws might sleep, but they never die 
Lions for sheep - an eye for an eye 

He wears a ring with the brand of a three-legged dog 
His rose-coloured glasses cut through the fog 

The laws might sleep but they never die 
Lions for sheep, an eye for an eye 

He came down on a storm cloud hard as the Amazon rain 
Took him on, took him on and on 
And you can pay your respects in the form of a cheque 
He's taking back the city one sinner at a time 
He'll sacrifice if you pay the price 

The laws might sleep but they never die 
Lions for sheep, an eye for an eye 
The Bootleg Saint, well he walks the line 
Between an everyman hero and a waste of time