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 nothing but a man Who burned every bridge 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 nothing but a man Who burned every bridge that he came upon 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 Haven't you ever been lied to Haven't you ever been lied to I'm told that old St. John, never felt remorseful And believers never knew his past But I'm certain that 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 nothing but a man Who burned every bridge that he came upon They built him to a saint, but he's nothing but a man Who burned every bridge that he came upon