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