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