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BOOTLEG SAINT……………..SAM ROBERTS tab by AVH
ACome 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
EminHe'll Gsacrifice Eminif you payG the prAice AHe 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
EminHe'll Gsacrifice iEminf you payG the prAice CThe laws might sleep, but tGhey never die DLions for sheep - an eye for an Aeye
AHe wears a rDing with the brand of a three-legged dog A His roDse-coloured glasses cut through the fAog
CThe laws might sleep bGut they never die DLions for sheep, an eye for an eyeA
AHe 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
EminHe'll sGacrifice Eminif you pGay the prAice CThe laws might sleep but tGhey never die DLions for sheep, an eye for an eyAe CThe Bootleg Saint, well he wGalks the line DBetween an everyman hero and a Awaste of time