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Everyday just before bedtime
He comes ‘round pointing his gun down
He's my hero, my guardian angel
He's my judge for good and evil

I see his shadow on the wallpaper
He's here, he stands beside me
I can feel his presence
Now I hear how he breaths deeply

Saint with a gun
Saint with a gun

He turns very slowly
While shooting the gun
The colours of madness, they cover his face
There's blood on the matress
There's blood on the stairs
There's blood on the playground
And everywhere
Some people are falling
And tumbling down
The eyes of the victims
Stare open and wide
There's blood on his costume
There's blood on his face
The colours of madness
All over the place

Saint with a gun
Look at the gun
He's got a gun
Look at the gun
The gun
It's a gun
(saint with a gun)

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