Your Patron Saints - WARGASM (UK)

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