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 f*guely 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.