Les paroles de la chanson
« Saint john »
Cold War Kids

Supper time in the hole.
supper time in the hole.
shame my family,
shame my home.
supper time..

old st. john on death row,
he’s just waiting for a pardon.
old st. john on death row,
he’s just waiting for a pardon.
old st. john on death row,
he’s just waiting for a pardon.
old st. john on death row,
he’s just waiting..

all the white boys in the stay-pressed slacks,
they’re home for the summer from college.
stayin’ out late, getting rowdy at the bar
and lookin’ for trouble uptown.
they come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them.
smashing their bottles in the gutter. yelling all kinds of obscenities,
[i have no clue what he says here, anyone have any input?]

supper time in the hole.
supper time in the hole.
shame my family,
shame my home.
supper time..

young girl turning the corner with a clerk dress on,
that girl was my sister.
just got off the night shift, pretty desperate,
just wanna go home and get some sleep.
well, he grabbed her by the waist with the caffeine eyes.
[?]...
i picked up a brick from my papa’s front yard
and threw it at the tallest boys face. well blood was streaming like a well that sprung.
i couldn’t believe what i had just done. well the other boy’s ran and this one stayed,
on the ground and he would never move again.

old st. john on death row,
he’s just waiting for a pardon.
old st. john on death row,
he’s just waiting for a pardon.
all us boys on death row,
we’re just waiting for a pardon.
all us boys on death row,
we’re just waiting for a..

jury on trial, i testify.
got to keep on runnin til the well runs dry.
jury on trial, i testify.
i keep on runnin til the well runs dry.
jury on trial, i testify.
i keep on runnin til the well runs dry.
jury on trial, i testify.
i keep on runnin til the well runs dry