The Saints - Helloween

Gimme gimme sell your souls

I skin and strip you bold (ly)

My revenue ain’t yours

All means my way, I’m mighty

I clutch what’s mine, yours sevenfold

I leave you in the cold

Got all my schemes in place

You stifle in my maze

All you shysters

Seek shelter on the last day

While you laugh loud, disclaiming

As your dire end will come/dawn on you

Ah you.

Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart

Unrest in ye must’ve been the devil in all of us

The saints are marching again

And harvest souls

They’re taking every single one

The saints march again

And harmony

Is here, ye can go testify

Don´t you dream you´re ever safe

I ll get you in your grave

Go molest your heirs with my

Sleight of hand attorneys -I

Profit at your dear expense

Cash in, perform my prance

Relinquish and lose what you

Toiled for, anyway

All you shysters

Seek shelter on the last day

While you laugh loud, disclaiming

As your dire end will come/dawn on you

Ah you.

Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart

Unrest in ye must’ve been the devil in all of us

The saints are marching again

And harvest souls

They’re taking every single one

The saints march again

And harmony

Is here, ye can go testify