Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Patron Saints, artist - WARGASM (UK). Date of issue: 10.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Your Patron Saints |
| 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 just to have some fun? |
| (Sell your soul for fun) |
| Baby wants to have fun |
| 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 am the Patron Saint of Disappointment |
| Birthed in poison, unholy anointed |
| We’v given up on love so all we do is touch |
| W’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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 (Bless our souls we’re out of control) |
| Falling head first down this black hole (Bless our souls we’re out of control) |
| There’s no S.O.S. |
| now (Bless our souls we’re out of control) |
| 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) |
| 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 melancholy |
| Oh |