Sainted Millions - The Rumjacks

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 granet 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

And I wouldn’t trade it for another, and I would do it all again

And 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 compatriot’s 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

And I wouldn’t trade it for another, and I would do it all again

And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand

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

And 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

And I wouldn’t trade it for another, and I would do it all again

And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand

And I wouldn’t trade it for another, and I would do it all again

And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand