Hey lookee here at the book of saints

What they are is what you ain’t
You go on all cripple-fisted

You know you’re strong enough to lift this

How’s it feel to play Saint Joan?

Nothin? to what she did poor burnt bone
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I will hit you harder
I am made of iron, Iron maiden bleeder
Keep back, keep back a hundred metres

They saw Saint Agnes being good

So on the road they went to kill her

One strike of his sword killed that little girl

She cried, I belong to my savior

I am made of iron, Iron maiden bleeder
Keep back, keep back a hundred metres

I will not martyr, I will not martyr

I will live long and happy on your bread and water

I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I made you monsters, I can make you harder

What if you missed it, what if you missed it?

Should I have jumped and you resisted?
What if you missed it, what if you missed it?

Should I have jumped and you resisted?

Ah

Ah

How’s it feel to play Saint Claire?

Our bodies are not made of brass

They’re made of thread and air

And blood comes out in pints and litres

Keep your paws off filthy cheaters

It takes two men to hold me down, it takes three men to hold me down, it takes five men to hold me

down

It takes two men to hold me down, it takes nine men to hold me down, it takes twelve men to hold me down

With a broken bone and a gashed-up crown

I am made of iron, Iron maiden bleeder
Don?t you know how fast I can run a hundred metres

I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I will live long and happy on your bread and water
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I miss you often like I miss my daughter
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I made you monsters, I can make you harder

Keep your distance, keep your distance

Try to show respect, to show resistance
Keep your distance, keep your distance

Try to show respect, to show resistance

Riff on G Eb until end