Patron Saint

I'm the biggest case of Stockholm that you've ever seen
I'm I'll begotten gains and bastardized philosophies
I'm busy hands mixing messages they won't believe
A muddles mouth ascending up exploding in the canopy

All I need is that gun in my hand
I'll shoot down your miracle man
The patron saint of isolation
The patron saint of isolation

And what's it take for us to be the new O'hallorans
Cuz solid lead and brass do volumes more than dollars can
What do you expect when you keep swiping from an empty hand
A bed of flames descends the armed parading marching band

All I need is that gun in my hand
I'll shoot down your miracle man
The patron saint of isolation
The patron saint of isolation

You're better sleeping in the sidewalk than in this house
We're designed to chew you up and spit you out
Cities built on top of bodies call it solid ground
We're designed to chew you up and spit you

All I need is that gun in my hand
I'll shoot down your miracle man
The patron saint of isolation
The patron saint of isolation

All I need is that gun in my hand
I'll shoot down your miracle man
The patron saint of isolation
The patron saint of isolation



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Verdico, Daniel J Ketter, Joel Smith, Nathan Markiewicz, Vince Savarino
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