For all
the saints who pass the time
of day passing judgment
We have some melody
and simple rhyme just for you
With fondest hopes that if we really learn
to read our lines well
Maybe one day you'll come around
and judge us too
For all the saints who shine,
get out the way, get out the way
Let mortal man decide,
whether or not we're okay
You see, long ago,
I tried to put my best foot forward
Only to receive your foot
in the seat of my pants
So having lost all heart,
my feet are now moving toward
This cunning rhythm,
this desperately different
dance
For all the saints who shine,
get out of the way, get out of the way
Let mortal man decide,
whether or not we're okay,
yeah
To trip to trip you
To to
For all the saints to shine
Get out of the way
Can't hold on man, the sight
Whether or not we're okay
For all the saints who pass the time
of day passing judgment
We have some remedy,
a good prescription for you
A glass of prune juice
and a bedtime suppository
With fondest hopes
that in the morning
it will all pass through
Get out of the way, get out of the way,
let the mortal man decide,
whether or not we're okay.