Wasted Saints

by The Waxies

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released March 15, 2012

Produced by Michael Prokopchuk and The Waxies. Recorded, edited, mixed, and mastered by Michael Prokopchuk and Tom Alti at TGA Recording Company, Inc. Cover art by Jordan Armstrong.

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Track Name: Empty Bed
As the flames leapt higher at the Derry armory
We hurried back home, Dave John and me
Our duty done, the mission fulfilled
And our blood still cold from the men we had killed
Comin' 'round the bend and down the old lane
We arrived just to find our own homes in flames
Like our dogs and our cows we were roped and led away
Now I haven't seen my wife for 15 years come this May

Whiskey won't fill, won't fill this empty bed
Whiskey won't fill, won't fill this empty bed

That night I cried as they dragged him away
Held tight to our three children who'd also have to pay
There wasn't food enough for hands who couldn't till
So I found myself all alone tending the still

Whiskey won't fill, won't fill this empty bed
Whiskey won't fill, won't fill this empty bed

The Montserrat sun burns like numbers in my chest
Not white not black but Irish I'm kicked harder than the rest
Worth half as much and treated twice as mean
This is the closest thing to hell these old eyes have ever seen

Whiskey won't fill, won't fill this empty bed
Whiskey won't fill, won't fill this empty bed

So I find me a drum and an old copper coil
Some tools and clean water for the sugarcane to boil
Then after work is done with the window shut tight
I think of my wife and brew solace by moonlight

Whiskey won't fill, won't fill this empty bed
Whiskey won't fill, won't fill this empty bed
Won't fill this empty bed
Won't fill this empty bed
Track Name: The Way Back Home
As the sun set west of Leningrad
I followed it by train
And passed the bottle with some new friends
As the Russian daylight waned
Then passed out to the steady
Rumbling swaying on the tracks
I'd spent the last of my rubles
There was no turning back
The next day I awoke
When the sunlight pierced my head
With little memory of the night
I barely noticed creeping dread
But it hit me in the chest
When I saw how far we'd come
I missed my stop
Behind the Iron Curtain I was trapped

I don't know the way back home
I don't know the way back home
I don't know the way back home
I don't know the way back home
I can't find my way 'round here
I don't know the way back home
I can't find my way 'round here
I can't find my way 'round here

So I wander Russian streets
With nothing to my name
Only minarets and obelisks
To guide me by day
When you're alone
Don't know the way back home
What's left inside
What's left inside
What's left inside

After three long months of wandering
I let my life slip from my hands
And lay sprawled across death's doorstep
When there came a caravan
They were people rich in company
And joy not bound by wealth
So they pulled me out of darkness
And nursed me back to health
Three months became three years
Became three proud scars on my face
By the sawing of the fiddle
I drink and dance my nights away
My new family has everything
That I could ever need
Tovarisch they call me
I am the Gypsy King

I don't wanna go back home
I don't wanna go back home
I don't wanna go back home
I don't wanna go back home
Party with the gypsies all night long
I don't wanna go back home
Party with the gypsies all night long
Party with the gypsies all night long

So I wander Russian streets
With nothing to my name
Only minarets and obelisks
To guide me by day
When you're alone
Don't the way back home
What's left inside
What's left inside
What's left inside
Track Name: Another Wasted Saint
Well I woke up this morning
With the Devil in my head
Dirty shoes still on my feet
And teeth that taste like gin
Another night lost to a world
Of war and senseless pain
And the more I try to change it
The more it changes me

Well there's a lot of hungry people
Who are barely getting by
And I wish that I could help them
With the problems in their lives
I'd pick them up and feed them
And send them home again
But all too soon they're on the street
And back on the gin

I know that there's a better way
But there's nothing I can give
Here's another empty bottle
For the souls I couldn't save
I'm trying to be a better man
Still looking for some grace
As I wander through this lonely life
Another wasted saint

Well I met a man who told me
He could pray my sins away
And I'm sure he did the best he could
But still I feel the same
A bit too loud, a bit too proud
A bit too drunk to see
That all I need is for some light
To come and shine on me

I know that there's a better way
But there's nothing I can give
Here's another empty bottle
For the souls I couldn't save
I'm trying to be a better man
Still looking for some grace
As I wander through this lonely life
Another wasted saint

I know that there's a better way
But there's nothing I can give
Here's another empty bottle
For the souls I couldn't save
I'm trying to be a better man
Still looking for some grace
As I wander through this lonely life
Another wasted saint
Track Name: Out in the Desert
I can feel my fearless horse
Drawing wind between my thighs
But the rhythm of his hoofbeats
I urge quicker in my mind
I've got to catch a crooked lawman
And I'm nippin' at his heels
I'm gonna give him one right through the lung
And watch him get the feel
Two days ago to get his kicks
He'd slithered to the bar
And with his trigger finger itchy
Met my friend to play some cards
Cross words over too few poker chips
Crossfire in the center of town
My best friend raised an empty hand
And the lawman, the lawman shot him down

Out in the desert I'll bury him deep
Some semblance of ceremony to get my hands clean
I'll burn every moment the coward runs free
And I'll feed that white-hot flame until I am redeemed

I don't keep a fire
Against the chill of desert night
And I don't sit for coffee
While I wait for morning light
I don't stop to piss
While that sheriff still breathes air
I'm eagle-eyed for his dust cloud
Hound-nosed for his despair
Sometimes squinting in the sun
Plays tricks on desperate minds
Now a vision of two children
Dances right before my eyes
As I reach out to touch their faces
I slide sideways in the saddle
And realize lyin' in the dirt
That my mind, my mind is half the battle

Out in the desert I'll bury him deep
Some semblance of ceremony to get my hands clean
I'll burn every moment the coward runs free
And I'll feed that white-hot flame until I am redeemed

I've got him cornered in the canyons
Frantic predator turned prey
He stands ass-deep in rattlesnakes
As I stand with pistol raised
When I take away his trigger finger
And aim to take his life
I'm haunted once again
By children standing by his side
Then I blast a hole in his silver badge
And the children melt away
But I get no satisfaction
As I watch their father fade
They say a man with vengeance
In his heart must dig two holes
One is for his enemy
And the other, the other is his own

Out in the desert I buried him deep
Some semblance of ceremony to get my hands clean
I burned every moment the coward ran free
And I burn now divided between hell and redeemed

Out in the desert I buried him deep
Some semblance of ceremony to get my hands clean
I burned every moment the coward ran free
And I burn now divided between hell and redeemed