So when the saints go marching in They won't be singing for your sins They just hope to hell you've learnt something Living and breathing
Everybody dies with a debt We all die for a life that we fear we will only forget Or confess to a God that we know we only hear in ourselves
So when the saints go marching in They won't be singing for your sins They just hope to hell you've learnt something Living and breathing
Side by side through thick and thin in the darkest times Together we'll be searching for life in all we have left We won't be servants of time, not alive in regret Live every moment as if it was your last Honour the past but never look back I should count my blessings for all I have
And the fact I ever had the chance made us brothers, loyal to the last breath I take Our legacy won't be wasted on me
if you want words to live your life by Walk the graves, walk the graves It's written on the headstones
If you want words to live your life by Walk the graves, walk the graves It's written on the headstones Time waits for no one