St. George

 

Once there was a man I knew, someone you might care to meet

A man who said he knew it all, though his life was incomplete

Most tend to love his loving ways,

While the others see right through him, my, oh my

What a way to live, St. George

 

Woah, his colors bled right through while people paid no mind

Woah, and he covered his tracks every time

Woah, are you satisfied

What a life you lead, St. George

 

You see him teaching Sunday school, he'll preach the word of God

Only for the sole convenience of his carefully made facade

He goes to church each week

But still his ego's full of spite now, my, oh my

What a way to live, St. George.

 

Woah, his colors bled right through while people paid no mind

Woah, and he covered his tracks every time

Woah, are you satisfied

What a life you lead, St. George

 

Don't preach about the details that you never even knew

Don't talk about the life you lead, when none of it is true

Don't tell me I've got problems, when your whole life is a lie

Don't try to bring me down to Earth, when your mind's way too high

 

How many people do you fool, how long does it go on?

Will you ever be yourself full time, or is your act too far gone?

Do you see the situation?

Or do you block it out, my oh my 

Are you satisfied, St. George?

 

Woah, his colors bled right through while people paid no mind

Woah, and he covered his tracks every time

Woah, are you satisfied?

What a life you lead

What a life you lead

What a life you lead, St. George