Sainted Millions

We are the sainted millions where the howling black birds fly
 Hand in hand, we walk on through while the tracers pass us by
 We are the tainted living on the piss stained old barstools
 So raise a pint for those below who are singing beneath our shoes
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 Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
 Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone
 The writings on the granite read so trite and insincere
 What do ya feel, ya missed about the dash between the years?
 Well, I would have laughed with a maniacal cry
 At some of the things that lead to being kept awake at night
 The more you see the more you grow
 From Montreal to Tokyo
 So ride the highs and take the lows
 And I wouldn't trade it for another
 And I would do it all again
 And I would treat it like a lover
 Runaway and take it by the hand, ho
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 Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
 Cut down by a bullet from the rifle of a foe
 Stripped and stacked and piled and cleaned and lined up in a row
 Packed upon a clipper ship and chucked into a hole
 But it's not the end that we need to revive
 It's your compatriots' remembrances that make you come alive
 The more you see the more you grow
 From Montreal to Tokyo
 So ride the highs and take the lows
 And I wouldn't trade it for another
 And I would do it all again
 And I would treat it like a lover
 Runaway and take it by the hand, ho
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 Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
 Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone
 The questions never answered left a ringing in your ear
 You walked around these haunted grounds a thousand times a year
 And the song in your head is a personified lie
 There's comfort in a bottle and there's comfort in a sky
 With all the time you'll wash away
 You'll fall in line and joined the ranks
 Of those who lived and died among their day
 And I wouldn't trade it for another
 And I would do it all again
 And I would treat it like a lover
 Runaway and take it by the hand
 And I wouldn't trade it for another
 And I would do it all again
 And I would treat it like a lover
 Runaway and take it by the hand, ho