Your Patron Saints

[Verse 1: Milkie Way] I am the patron saint of blood and sex (Oh!) Born in fire, unholy undress Restless brain and carnal tongue Would you sell your soul, sell your soul, sell your soul just to have some fun? (Sell your soul for fun) Baby wants to have fun [Chorus: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock] Does anybody out there pray for you, prey on me I've lost my faith in friends and saints again, again, again We're always running like there's something wrong You catch your devils on the tip of your tongue 'Cause you're so headstrong, go! (Bless our souls we're out of control) (Bless our souls we're out of control) [Verse 2: Sam Matlock] I am the patron saint of disappointment Birthed in poison, unholy anointеd We've given up on lovе so all we do is touch We've given up on love, we've given up on love We've given up on love so just gimme the drugs I am the patron saint of disappointment [Chorus: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock] Does anybody out there pray for you, prey on me I've lost my faith in friends and Saints again, again, again We're always running like there's something wrong You catch your devils on the tip of your tongue 'Cause you're so headstrong, go! Pray for you, pray for me To a god that's given up again Oh, motherfucker, why'd you act so precious? Just let it go, you know you won't 'Cause you're so headstrong [Breakdown: Milkie Way] Go (Bless our souls we're out of control) Bless our souls (Bless our souls we're out of control) Bless our souls (Bless our souls we're out of control) Bless our souls (Bless our souls we're out of control) Bless our souls Falling head first down this black hole There's no S.O.S. now We're holding hands like we're always alone I've been running with my devils but the devil's too slow We keep our heads held high and our morals low We've got friends in high places down below (Down below, down below, down below, down below) [Chorus: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock] Does anybody out there pray for you, prey on me I've lost my faith in friends and saints again, again, again We're always running like there's something wrong You catch your devils on the tip of your tongue 'Cause you're so headstrong, go! (Bless our souls we're out of control) (Bless our souls we're out of control) I've found a friend in atrophy And made a home in melancholyOoh