[Verse 1]
He hung everything he had up on The Rainbows
It was the only game left that's on that late
And the kid that does collections will cut you into ribbons
And sprinkle you on popcorn for the pigeons
The sure things can go wild at the last moment
True love can turn and run you off the road
If you chalk it up to luck then you're basically admitting
You don't put much faith in your decisions
They kick off in the city at eleven
But in Hawaii it's the middle of the day
The massacres hurt way less than the close ones
The trash along the beach along thе bay

[Verse 2]
The saints were all morе human than holy
His laugh will often crash into a cough
Spent an awful lot of time turning money into wine
Trying to sell the truth back to the cause
They always try to hide out in the dead space
The soldiers pick up speed out in the plains states
Had a friend who got burned out there in Sheridan Wyoming
The chemicals flared up into his face

[Verse 3]
The words mean less each time you repeat them
Disassociate from what they represent
All those friendly ghosts tend to have the one thing in common
They couldn't really cope with how it went
Can't see it when they cut to commercials
But there's trash along the beach along the bay
They kick off in the city at eleven in the evening
In Hawaii it's the middle of the day
[Verse 4]
The saints were all more human than holy
4th quarter and The Warriors look dead
The kid that does collections will cut you into ribbons
But a Cinderella story has a couple different versions
The Tigers get a touchdown on an island in the ocean
And he's trying to do the numbers in his head