I heard that old St John left his life behind him
Abandoned his children in dust
He settled in Santa Fe and told the ones he met there
that he was the hand of god
They built him to a saint but he's nothin but a man
Who burned every that he came upon
I'm told that old St John claimed to heal the ailing
And the poor would cherish his name
But I knew that ill willed man as baleful and obsessed with
Women and liquor and fame
They built him to a saint but he's nothin but a man
Who burned every in his path
Haven't you ever been lied to
By saints with a soulful sound
Haven't you ever been lied to
With words that belong underground
You can try and try to believe in
Someone you never should trust
But prayers and the money you're sending
Are adding thick layers of rust
I'm told that old St John never felt remorseful
And believers never knew his past
But I'm certain if he's gone he did not go to heaven
And his scripture and it's lies wont last
They built him to a saint but he's nothin but a man
Who burned every that he came upon