Lyrics to Painted Saint

I've had some folks ask about the lyrics to PAINTED SAINT, so here they are.

Ernest

 

Painted Saint

Music and lyrics by Ernest Troost

 

verse 1    The sister mops up the tears, from beneath the wooden saint

                She squeezes out her mop and dries off the paint

                In this musty old chapel you can hear a spider crawl

                But it’s the moonlight streamin’ through the windows

                That casts its shadow down the hall

 

verse 2   The chapel sits upon a hill, which overlooks the fields

               Where workers labored for their souls underneath the heels

               Of those who knew the power and the value of a shrine

               Light a candle on the altar, pass the chalice, sip the wine

 

Chorus     It leans against the cool wall, upon its gilded stand

               But behind the painted smile, there’s blood on its hands

guitar solo

verse 3    The air is heavy with confessions as she stands still in the nave

                Then empties her bucket into the baptismal font and mutters, Jesus saves

                Her fingers are old and knotted, but her grip is tight and sure

                Sure as the faith that brings the crippled for the cure

 

Chorus     It leans against the cool wall, upon its gilded stand

               But behind the painted smile, there’s blood on its hands

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