You gotta do it on your own
And there's only one way to
that's with your own hands.
You can't ride on someone else's plane
Be the bootlegger of someone
Through the tears of St. Margaret
And her restless grey nuns
remem ber where you came from.
And if you ever make it to the top,
and pick it your own deal.
Do it for the ones who had
Frightened by the bullets from the sky,
or hobbled by the crutches
Some still don't know why
Through the tears of St. Margaret
And her restless, graying eyes
Remem ber where you came from
So carry on and do it like you can
Don't let no old scarecrow
Do it for the ones who cannot stand
Give me the best part of you
Through the tears of St. Margaret
And her restless grey nights
Remember where you came from
Through the tears a saint one read
And her cross on the wind
And praise for the weak ones
in the tears of St. Margaret
the bold and the righteous,
The tears of St. Margaret
and her restless grey eyes