Saint’s Lake

You say, Saint's Lake, I'm not for you
Heartbreak, cheapskate
I was poor too

Clean and buy, clean and buy, clean and buy

Coffins long for the touch of death
Heard every book you read
Tied to the border-line

Lay me down in the bed I am
King of the crooked hand
Once we were more than kind

Trade me out for a silver cup
I don't need all your luck
With you a thousand times

Late at night, late at night, late at night
Find me there (hear my prayer)