I was born on St. Jude's Day.
Patron Saint of Things Despaired Of.
Black heart, black soul
black nails, black hair.
Wings that keep me flying low,
I cried until the moon was full,
ran with all the stray cats black,
eight souls lost I can't get back.
You know I prayed to be saved.
You know I was out of change.
No luck, no love
no help from above.
I can only see at night
believing in tricks of the light.
I place my faith in them 'til dawn,
with the sun I find them gone.
So with my last wrinkled dollar
I bought a world in a bottle.
I drank so much planet
that I'll never recover.
Hungover, I'm dropped to my knees
and pray you're praying for me.
Patron Saint of Things Despaired Of.
Black heart, black soul
black nails, black hair.
Wings that keep me flying low,
I cried until the moon was full,
ran with all the stray cats black,
eight souls lost I can't get back.
You know I prayed to be saved.
You know I was out of change.
No luck, no love
no help from above.
I can only see at night
believing in tricks of the light.
I place my faith in them 'til dawn,
with the sun I find them gone.
So with my last wrinkled dollar
I bought a world in a bottle.
I drank so much planet
that I'll never recover.
Hungover, I'm dropped to my knees
and pray you're praying for me.