Worn out boots, treading on the highway 
Vulture moon, learing down on me 
The hot wind blows and the air is thin 
Grains of sand fill the cracks of my skin 

Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind 
Now I'll pay you back in kind, yeah 
Born to end lives, never looking back 
Righting the wrongs done to me 
Born to end lives 

Saint of killers I'll always be 

Chased the good Lord out of heaven. 
Shot the devil through the brain. 

Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind 
Now I'll pay you back in kind, yeah! 
Born to end lives, never looking back 
Righting the wrongs done to me 
Born to end lives 

Yeah! 

Only tried to live a good life and leave my past behind 
You visited death on those I love, I'll pay you back in kind 
I'll march right up to heaven and sit upon your throne. 
Do to you what I did to devil and rest my weary bones. 

Born to end lives, never looking back 
Righting the wrongs done to me 
Born to end lives 
Saint of killers I'll always be 
I will 

Saint of killers I'll always be