San Sebastian is a town
Where the sun
should shine
every now and then
And the snowflakes feebly drop on the hills and the sea
As if all fallen angels sung
San
Rafael can be held
To many tourists,
bars
and hotels
And the cacophony of mobile phones
Modern malls dries up every wishing well
When
the hell do the saints come marching in?
The seven million microphone Saints come marching in
Seven million
miles from home
Saints come marching in
Seven million
microphones Saints come marching in
Saints come marching in
I wonder if seven saints will reign The kingdom I created
And the class didn't turn out to be as generous as they
Taught me back at school
Third Saints and Mary God,
I thought she would be beautiful
This saintship has forsaken I'm not blessed,
I am mistaken
And the cacophony of mobile phones
Modern malls dries up every wishing well
San Sebastian is a town
Where the sun should shine every now and then
And the rain that's smoked around the hills and the trees
Makes all fallen angels shout
Won't seven saints will reign The kingdom I created
And the class didn't turn out to be as generous as they
Taught me back at school Third Saints and Mary God,
I thought she would be beautiful This
saintship has forsaken I'm not blessed,
I am mistaken