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