Story Behind The Song
I wanted a song that sounded like a conversation. I wanted people to stop and think about how they behave and the consequences that flow.
Song Description
It is saying we are all equally bad if we don't take personal responsibility for what's happening in the world.
| Song Length |
6:20 |
Genre |
Pop - General, Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Tempo Undefined |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Diplomatic, Composed |
Subject |
Life, Philosophy |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
SINNERS AND SAINTS
Sinners and saints, come talk with me. Let your babies cry at what they see.
It's a beautiful world, with a human disease. We're all walking around, doing just as we please.
Let your soldiers storm, to their victory. In the fog of war, take hold of the city.
All the beautiful girls, march them in chains. You destroy their world, and you fuck what remains.
Oh, the time has come. Oh, to stop the drums.
Oh, do you think it could be nice, if even once or twice, we got to share our world?
Oh, when you hear the battle cry! You need to ask yourself why?
Are you fighting for a lie? Do you believe the lie...?
In a simple way, our philosophies fail. Using old fears to puff out our sail.
If we're not in a war, then we'd fight for trees. If the trees were all dead,
then we'd fight for the breeze.
He speaks so slow, because he thinks he's a God. Hearing his voice, you agree with a nod.
Now your fate is sealed, as you walk to the flames. He'll destroy your world,
and he'll fuck what remains.
Sinners and saints, keep your children at peace. Stay at home with your guns,
your rights, your beliefs.
If you can't hold your tongue, stop trying to blame. Or you'll destroy your world,
and you'll fuck what remains.
Yes, if you can't hold your tongue, stop trying to blame. Or you'll destroy your world,
and you'll fuck what remains.