John Wesley Harding - The Patron Saint Of Losers Lyrics
Im standing in the corridor, successfully being meSmoking a quick cigarette to liven up the journeyOf course I got my walkman on, its playing let it bleedCos Im the patron saint of losersAnd youre the queen of needAnd Im the patron saint of losersSo say a prayer to meSay a prayer, you know who taddress it toIm walking down the station, just looking straight aheadAnd I just lost my ticket, and I just lost the threadAnd I wonder if just one small body could fill up all my bedHey Im the patron saint of losersAnd youre the queen of the deadAnd Im the patron saint of losersThats what you said, you called meThe patron saint of losersThe patron saint of losersDeliver me, deliver me from that which Ive undoneCos if youre looking for a loser, I might just be oneMartyrdoms the only thing that faguely turns me onCos Im the patron saintIm walking up the staircase, and Im knocking at your doorAnd someone shouts youre out of place, youre blocking up the hallBut Ive been here 15 years, so baby its your callCos Im the patron saint of losersWoah, honey, Ive lost it allIm the patron saint of losersProud before the fallIm the patron saint of losersIm the patron saint of losers.
