SAINTS AND SINNERS
by David Francey

It was Sunday morning in our town
And I sat on my steps and I stared at the ground
And I bowed my head while they shuffled past
All the saints being called to the morning mass

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And off in the distance there rang a bell
Way off in the distance there rang a bell
And it rang for the saints and the sinners as well
Way off in the distance there rang a bell.

I remember the lessons of Sunday school
And I can't help but think maybe I'm the fool
But I see no sign of a greater plan
Just the joy and the sorrow of my fellow man

And here we stand while life rushes past
Between the first breath and the last
And here we stand between East and West
And here we stand between birth and death

I was watching the news the other night
There was a war on the Left; there was a war on the Right
And it's no surprise that it's us or them
It's a long way from heaven to Bethlehem.