Saint John Cold War Kids Lyrics

Supper time in the hole.
Supper time in the hole.
I shamed my family.
(Tell my sister, Jane.)
Shamed my home.
(Tell my sister, Jane.)
Supper time...
(Tell my sister, Jane.)

Old St. John on death row,
he's just waiting for a pardon.
Old St. John on death row,
he's just waiting for a pardon.
Old St. John on death row,
he's just waiting for a pardon.
Old St. John on death row,
Boy, he's just awaitin'...

All the white boys in the stay-pressed slacks,
they're home for the summer from college.
Stayin' out late, gettin' rowdy at the bar.
They're lookin' for trouble uptown.
They come up my block, 'bout 5 or 6 of them,
smashing their bottles in the gutter.
Yellin' all kinds of obscenities,
about Woman and God and Law.

Another supper time in the hole.
Supper time...
I shamed my family.
(Tell my sister, Jane.)
Shamed my home.
(Tell my sister, Jane.)
Supper time...
(Tell my sister, Jane.)

A young girl turned the corner with a clerk dress on,
that girl was my sister.
Just got off the night shift at Pennington's Place,
just wanna go home, get some sleep.
Boys grab her by the waist, with the caffeine eyes,
their hands all frigid, electric.
I picked up a brick from my Papa's front yard
and threw it at the tallest boys face.
Well blood was streaming like a well that sprung.
I couldn't believe what I had just done.
Well the other boy ran and this one stayed,
on the ground and he would never move again.

Old St. John on death row,
he's just waiting for a pardon.
Old St. John on death row,
he's just waiting for a pardon.

All us boys on death row,
we're just waiting for a pardon.
All us boys on death row...

Yours truly on trial, I testify.
I got to keep on runnin' till the well gone dry.
Yours truly on trial, I testify.
I got to keep on runnin' till the well gone...
Yours truly on trial, I testify.
I got to keep on runnin' till the well gone dry.
Yours truly on trial, I testify.
I got to keep on runnin' till the well gone dry.