When the saints go marching through Flowers bloom in their footprints and We find a way However,we are the fools, Repeat the same mistakes And always regret over it
Looking up to the sky, All of us are whining about ourselves having nothing at all In a set of values someone has defined, We cannot be nothing And we are struggling
We are the fools and Always make mistakes We are the weaks and Having nothing Don't wanna be a freak Don't wanna be alone We didn't mean to Be like that
The wise are laughing and The weaks are grieving What the hell is right in this world? Enough of that Don't fear anything anymore I can make my own values We can be anything we want
We are the fools and Always make mistakes We are the weaks and Having nothing But, I'm still me I can be anything I want to be You've got to be confident
We are the Saints We are the Sun We are the fools Always make mistakes When the saints go running through Yes,I am sure that something will change
