Simon Michalek - Patron Saint Lyrics

Formally deceased he now hides
The jack out of the box survives
To bring flowers to her grave
Eulatharia's disguise
A single gun pointed at one's foot
Load a cannon ball if only we could
Dig ourselves out of our graves
Walk around in disgrace

There was a time and now its gone
The rubbish dumps fill with worthless coins
Bank notes worth less than toilet paper
It's getting harder and harder to cater
For the patron saint who lies in bed
A tumour growing in his head
And all the nurses were gone
And everybody's gone
Everybody is gone
When they're needed the most

A panorama from the right to the left
A bed of flowers on the presidents head
They're all clowns anyways
Let them go their separate ways
Let them misunderstand the symbols of peace
A dove painted on the warhead that took out Greece
The world is on its knees
The world is on its knees

There was a time and now its gone
The rubbish dumps fill with worthless coins
Bank notes worth less than toilet paper
It's getting harder and harder to cater
For the patron saint who lies in bed
A tumour growing in his head
And all the nurses were gone
And everybody's gone
Everybody is gone
When they're needed the most