Story Behind the Song
I've always been fascinated by the lives of saints, and how often their resumes included generous portions of wine, women and song...
Lyrics
St. Augustine had a problem
Wine and women, there was no stoppin him
It took all night, to beat those demons down
St. Francis wasn't always holy
His appetites fed him, that is what he told
The birds, and the lamb-- in sackcloth & ashes
He said hold me, I'm twisted inside,
I'm flesh and blood, and I cannot hide
(Anymore)
Saint or savior, liar, thief
All God's children are destined to meet
Themselves in the mirror, when they're less than pretty--
And Bob Dylan had a change of plan
But they wouldn't play his records, when he met the man
In the dark night, in the wilderness
Who gets in the way, at the play within the play--?
You are dying, and frightened, for a reason--
Prison christians pose a problem
How can we kill them, who gives permission--
We're all dead men walking,
And it's a long, bumpy road
Well I ain't saved, and I ain't holy
I'm just a man, I'm God's parollee
Just trying to make a difference
Just tryin to get along--
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