| Song | Saint John |
| Artist | Cold War Kids |
| Album | Live From The Paradiso EP |
| Supper time in the hole. | |
| Supper time in the hole. | |
| Shame my family, | |
| Shame my home. | |
| Supper time... | |
| Old st. john on death row, | |
| He＇s just waiting for a pardon. | |
| Old st. john on death row, | |
| He＇s just waiting for a pardon. | |
| Old st. john on death row, | |
| He＇s just waiting for a pardon. | |
| Old st. 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. | |
| Stayin＇ out late, getting rowdy at the bar | |
| And lookin＇ for trouble uptown. | |
| They come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them. | |
| Smashing their bottles in the gutter. yelling all kinds of obscenities, | |
| About woman and god and lord... | |
| Supper time in the hole. | |
| Supper time in the hole. | |
| Shame my family, | |
| Shame my home. | |
| Supper time... | |
| Young girl turning the corner with a clerk dress on, | |
| That girl was my sister. | |
| Just got off the night shift, pretty desperate, | |
| Just wanna go home and get some sleep. | |
| Well, he grabbed her by the waist with the caffeine eyes. | |
| [?]... | |
| I picked up a brick from my papa＇s front yard | |
| And threw it at the tallest boys face. well blood was streaming like a well that sprung. | |
| I couldn＇t believe what I had just done. well the other boy＇s ran and this one stayed, | |
| On the ground and he would never move again. | |
| Old st. john on death row, | |
| He＇s just waiting for a pardon. | |
| Old st. 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, | |
| We＇re just waiting for a... | |
| Jury on trial, I testify. | |
| Got to keep on runnin til the well runs dry. | |
| Jury on trial, I testify. | |
| I keep on runnin til the well runs dry. | |
| Jury on trial, I testify. | |
| I keep on runnin til the well runs dry. | |
| Jury on trial, I testify. | |
| I keep on runnin til the well runs dry |
| Supper time in the hole. | |
| Supper time in the hole. | |
| Shame my family, | |
| Shame my home. | |
| Supper time... | |
| Old st. john on death row, | |
| He s just waiting for a pardon. | |
| Old st. john on death row, | |
| He s just waiting for a pardon. | |
| Old st. john on death row, | |
| He s just waiting for a pardon. | |
| Old st. john on death row, | |
| He s just waiting... | |
| All the white boys in the staypressed slacks, | |
| They re home for the summer from college. | |
| Stayin out late, getting rowdy at the bar | |
| And lookin for trouble uptown. | |
| They come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them. | |
| Smashing their bottles in the gutter. yelling all kinds of obscenities, | |
| About woman and god and lord... | |
| Supper time in the hole. | |
| Supper time in the hole. | |
| Shame my family, | |
| Shame my home. | |
| Supper time... | |
| Young girl turning the corner with a clerk dress on, | |
| That girl was my sister. | |
| Just got off the night shift, pretty desperate, | |
| Just wanna go home and get some sleep. | |
| Well, he grabbed her by the waist with the caffeine eyes. | |
| ?... | |
| I picked up a brick from my papa s front yard | |
| And threw it at the tallest boys face. well blood was streaming like a well that sprung. | |
| I couldn t believe what I had just done. well the other boy s ran and this one stayed, | |
| On the ground and he would never move again. | |
| Old st. john on death row, | |
| He s just waiting for a pardon. | |
| Old st. 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, | |
| We re just waiting for a... | |
| Jury on trial, I testify. | |
| Got to keep on runnin til the well runs dry. | |
| Jury on trial, I testify. | |
| I keep on runnin til the well runs dry. | |
| Jury on trial, I testify. | |
| I keep on runnin til the well runs dry. | |
| Jury on trial, I testify. | |
| I keep on runnin til the well runs dry |