John Wesley Harding - The Patron Saint Of Losers - Sözleri

I'm standing in the corridor, successfully being me

Smoking a quick cigarette to liven up the journey

Of course I got my walkman on, it's playing let it bleed

Cos I'm the patron saint of losers

And you're the queen of need

And I'm the patron saint of losers

So say a prayer to me

Say a prayer, you know who t'address it to



I'm walking down the station, just looking straight ahead

And I just lost my ticket, and I just lost the thread

And I wonder if just one small body could fill up all my bed

Hey I'm the patron saint of losers

And you're the queen of the dead

And I'm the patron saint of losers

That's what you said, you called me

The patron saint of losers

The patron saint of losers





Deliver me, deliver me from that which I've undone

Cos if you're looking for a loser, I might just be one

Martyrdom's the only thing that faguely turns me on

Cos I'm the patron saint





I'm walking up the staircase, and I'm knocking at your door

And someone shouts you're out of place, you're blocking up the hall

But I've been here 15 years, so baby it's your call

Cos I'm the patron saint of losers

Woah, honey, I've lost it all

I'm the patron saint of losers

Proud before the fall

I'm the patron saint of losers

I'm the patron saint of losers.










		
			



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