The White Papers - East End Saint lyrics

Don't know nothing about the where I'll go And I don't know a thing about the ice Or the snow I don't know nothing about the where I'll hide Gonna find out something with the devil way goes Never seen your face but you know what to do That's a stain but it's covered in gold Blessed all the way with a slow man's tide Through the darkest alleyways that we know I got to move myself out west of town You see it's just the slowest trip the cables tow Out past the oak, they've got ten miles of beach And every bleeding red hand is already gone Half the way to San Antone If I ever make it out to where the west wind blows Well that's a stain that we'll cover in gold Tell it to the man we'll return what we borrowed Every sermon will unroll and make it so I bet my only horse on everything And now it's broke through the gates and run away Johnnie, come on This rain will fall in sheets And we'll all get drenched in that way Where you just let it go Let it go Let it go