Patron Saint O' Thieves

Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers & sailors Strike these shackles from me uh-huh Slide the bolt from out the door & tear down all the wire My baby's growin cold & I'm on fire The wind that whistles off the hills & carries her perfume Carries too a lonely carol badly out of tune For just tonight beyond them walls I'd lay a mountain low And sing to her like only I know how They dont hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though shes left like a widow of a war that never was Theres a light still burns in me Auld Nick patron saint o' merchants, pawnmen & the judges Who barter with the lives o men the battlers & the bludgers Go haunt the dogs awhile they sleep & thrash em round to sense Theres to many good boys this side of the fence They dont hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though shes left like a widow of a war that never was Theres a light still burns in me Theres boys in here for liftin gear from non-be-wary strangers Newly minted ner-do-wells & them born with the dangers For livin less than fruitful lives, toppin less than faithful wives A broken line o' fools that span the ages They dont hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though shes left like a widow of a war that never was Theres a light still burns in me Auld Nick patron saint o' fools from both sides of the law For his sake wipe the dirty grin off that fat bastards jaw For we're lovers of tradition & we might yet find a way To hold them bloody keys come boxing day They dont hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though shes left like a widow of a war that never was Theres a light still burns in me They dont hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though shes left like a widow of a war that never was Theres a light still burns in me Burn it boys!