You Ain't No Saint (Live from Asbury Park)

I have been Aaron West They have been The Roaring Twenties And I never said than I was a saint When I met you we were young and like gasoline to matches Waking up drunk, sleeping through your early classes Well, I grew up and grew dull, and you say you wished I hadn't Well, I'm drunk again and you're guilty like you're Irish catholic But you ain't no saint And I ain't one either Guess that's why I'm lying here Well, I know that I'm banged up I've got bruises I can't place I've been coughing out blood And I know that I'm banged up I've got bruises I can't place I've been coughing out blood I've got a gut full of ulcers They're gonna burn out like dead stars And turn to dust If you're coming here alone Then there's nowhere else to go So when I walk in, man, they know I'm alone Dig your anchors in my bones Keep your breathing soft and slow It's freezing, I made a blanket, come on! You ain't no saint And I ain't one either Guess that's why I'm lying here Well, I know that I'm banged up I've got bruises I can't place I've been coughing out blood Oh, I know that I'm banged up I've got bruises I can't place I've been coughing out blood I've got a gut full of ulcers They're gonna burn out like dead stars It gets freezing here after dark So I'm searching the car for My dad's old Bills hat Passed down in 93 Never got far from me He moved to the island from upstate And he'd spend Sunday Watching the game with me Explaining everything We'd watch Jim Kelly lead the way And if my dad was here, I wonder what he'd say If my dad was here I wonder if he'd even recognize me I'm fucking begging I'm fucking begging Oh, I know that I'm banged up I've got bruises I can't place I've been coughing out blood Oh, I know that I'm banged up I've got bruises I can't place I've been coughing out blood