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 (x2)
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 wont 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 head stones. If you want words to live your life by, Walk the graves, walk the graves. It’s written on the head stones, Time waits for no one.