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Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting
All the white boys in the stay pressed slacks
They're home for the summer from college
Staying out late, getting rowdy at the bar
And looking for trouble uptown
They come up my block, 'bout 5 or 6 of them
Smashing their bottles in the gutter
Yelling all kinds of obscenities
About woman and God and law
Another supper time in the hole
Supper time
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
A young girl turned the corner with a clerk dress on
That girl was my sister
Just got off the night shift at Pennington's Place
Just wanna go home and get some sleep
Butch grabbed her by the waist with the caffeine eyes
The hands all [Incomprehensible]
I picked up a brick from my papa's front yard
And threw it at the tallest boy's face
Well, blood was streaming like a well that sprung
I couldn't believe what I had just done
Well, the other boy ran and this one stayed
On the ground and he would never move again
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row
We're just waiting for a pardon
All us boys on death row
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I gotta keep on running 'til the well runs dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I gotta keep on running 'til the well runs
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I gotta keep on running 'til the well runs dry
Yours truly on trial, I testify
I gotta keep on running 'til the well runs dry
Lyrics submitted by laura_anne_rock
Track duration: 03:27
"Saint John" as written by Matthew Maust Jonathan Russell
Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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And just tossing this up for sake of conversation, does anybody think that the line "well gone dry" is a reference to the previous line "Well blood was streaming like a well got sprung"?
For starters, he mentions "white boys" home from college, in "stay-pressed slacks...getting rowdy at the bar".
Why mention the skin color unless it's different?
Now-a-days, I you don't find that many college kids at bars in slacks.
Also, if you take into consideration that he was probably sparing his sister rape, it would be most likely deal out to his side in court, not landing him in death row. It seems to me that the other white boys ran away and had him arrested and tried, meaning it had to have been in a racist era, for these days he would be seen as the saint he is and released.
That's just my interpretation.
I love the details. Like, the names and stuff.
This song is SO good.
When he saw that some rich white kids feeling-up his sister he just snapped.
An amazing song that I just cannot get tired of. I love Cold War Kids. They opened my eyes to a whole new genre.
Is raper a word?
I love the "Tell My Sister Jane" in the background. That backup singer could be the lead singer in just about any other band.