St. Botolph

Looking for meaning in a new pack of cigarettes
Looking for meaning, but I haven't found it yet
Orange glows and a head rush will have to do
Praying for Friday, and this might just get me through

Oh St. Botolph, you're not watching over me
I'd been hoping for a guardian, but I won't wait on my knees
Check my pockets, I've nothing left to lose
Yes I'm battered and bruised, lost and confused

And how much longer 'til I'm off the ground?
Stamp the butt into sidewalk, leave my mark on this town
I'm trying to be a heavyweight and hating every pound
But I still believe this might be worth the while

So I'll pound on this piano 'til you see
And I'll howl into this microphone 'til someone listens to me
These cigarettes will soon be less than ash in the winter winds
But these cracked lips will still crack a smile

Oh St. Botolph, you're not watching over me
I'd been hoping for a guardian, but I won't wait on my knees
Check my pockets, I've nothing left to lose
Yes I'm battered and bruised, lost and confused
And it's all so damn funny to me

I'll throw myself against the wall until I stick
I'll give my pound of flesh, I'll take my forty licks
With every wound I'll laugh until the skin grows back thick
Boston, I'm not going anywhere

Oh St. Botolph, you're not watching over me
I'd been hoping for a guardian, but I won't wait on my knees
Check my pockets, I've nothing left to lose
Yes I'm battered and bruised, lost and confused
And it's all so damn funny

Oh St. Botolph, you're not watching over me
I'd been hoping for a guardian, but I won't wait on my knees
Check my pockets, I've nothing left to lose
Yes I'm battered and bruised, lost and confused
And it's all so damn funny to me
Yeah, it's all so damn funny to me
Yeah, it's all so damn funny to me
Yes I'm battered and bruised, lost and confused
And it's all so damn funny to me