Pilgrims, Martyrs And Saints
Don't pity the pilgrim
For your poison is his meat
He's tramping out on the lonesome road
His Calvary to greet
The rain like an absolution
A baptism on the street
Soaks him to the happy skin
And he's basking in the heat
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
Don't stone the martyr
It'll only make him strong
He's a stone's throw from the masochist
And an arm's length from this song
The fire like a confirmation
The lick of a thousand tongues
Pushing him up the ladder
His feet tread the burning rungs
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
The pilgrim becomes the martyr
The martyr becomes the saint
The saint belies the charter
That states that blood will taint
Now,
Don't court the saintly
It'll only end in tears
Better fall for the sinner
Settle for a fun-filled couple of years
The air they breathe is so thin
You will need an oxygen mask
To get by on that mountain
To feel half equal to the task
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
Ah, look at all those
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
