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