Текст песни Max Raptor - Patron Saint (of Nothing)
To put my hands up and rally for love
When London's so violent, it's capital love
In this film you're playing the part
Like Chaplin in silence
It's death do us part
Dead from the neck up
Who cares
Why would I waste my time on his glory
Car slides
Who cares
My glorious end for all to share
Drop bombs and make haste if you can
We're all the sick public figures with our heads in the sand
The Patron Saint, well of nothing he says
I've got my own two fingers and I'm pretty much proud of it!
To keep my hands up to cover my face
Like boxers in street fights, it's our little race
In this film you're playing the part
Like Al Capone does and the way that he scars, stars, scars, stars
Dead from the neck up
Who cares
Why would I waste my time on his glory
Car slides
Who cares
My glorious end for all to share
We are the children and we're already dead
Drop bombs and make haste if you can
We're all the sick public figures with our heads in the sand
The Patron Saint, well of nothing he says
I've got my own two fingers and I'm pretty much proud of it
