Channel: The Rumjacks

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Description: Acoustic version of 'Sainted Millions' by The Rumjacks off of their album, Hestia. Buy Vinyl / CD / Download / Stream here: abcmusic.lnk.to/hestia therumjacks.com facebook.com/therumjacks instagram.com/therumjacks LYRICS: We are the sainted millions where the howling black birds fly Hand in hand, we walk on through while the tracers pass us by We are the tainted living on the piss stained old barstools So raise a pint for those below who are singing beneath our shoes Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know? Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone. The writings on the granite read so trite and insincere. What do ya feel ya missed about the dash between the years? Well I would have laughed with a maniacal cry At some of the things that lead to being kept awake at night The more you see the more you grow From Montreal to Tokyo So ride the highs and take the lows I wouldn't trade it for another And I would do it all again I would treat it like a lover Runaway and take it by the hand Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know cut down by a bullet from the rifle of a foe Stripped and stacked and piled and cleaned and lined up in a row Packed upon a clipper ship and chucked into a hole But it’s not the end that we need to revive It’s your compatriots' remembrances that make you come alive The more you see the more you grow From Montreal to Tokyo So ride the highs and take the lows Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone The questions never answered left a ringing in your ear You walked around these haunted grounds a thousand times a year The song in your head is a personified lie There’s comfort in a bottle and there’s comfort in a sky with all the time you’ll wash away You’ll fall in line and joined the ranks Of those who lived and died among their day