Letras
Strict at the table, iron in his eyes
Every word's a law, every rule's a tie
But down the pub when the pints all flow
He's cocky as hell and ready to throw
Barroom saint with a fist of flame
Preachin' the gospel of blood and pain
Barroom saint, they call his name
Heaven or hell, it all drinks the same
Pints spill quick and the voices rise
He don't back down, no compromise
By the dartboard wall, with his knuckles bare
Sir Jerome's sermon is a brawler's prayer
Barroom saint with a fist of flame
Preachin' the gospel of blood and pain
Barroom saint, they call his name
Heaven or hell, it all drinks the same
Raise your glass, raise your fist
Barroom saint with a fist of flame
Preachin' the gospel of blood and pain
Barroom saint, forever damned
But the crowd still cheers when he makes his stand
Saint, Saint, Saint