The Patron Saint Of Losers Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

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.