This is the story of a man,Who conquered life drink in hand
Ship unmanned.
Marked by genius, channelled good, By some a bit misunderstood.
They'd been wrong many times before
Some times our saints are sinners,
They blur the lines and lead the way,
Their Way.
Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.
Never a stranger to late night snake bite fist fights and empty pints,
Unrivaled heights.
He led with songs, they sang along, created bonds that held so strong
Some were right and some were wrong
Some times our saints are sinners,
They blur the lines and lead the way,
Their Way.
Raise