the bootleg saint

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