Feels like you're miles from here,
In other towns with lesser names where,
The unholy ghost doesn't tell,
Mary or William exactly what they want to hear.
You remember the house on Ridge Road.
Told you and the devil to both just leave me alone.
If this is salvation I can, show you the trembling
You'll just have to trust me. I'm scared
I am the patron saint of lost causes.
Aren't we all to you just mere lost causes
Are we all to you just lost?
Tommy, you left behind,
Something you'll mean everything right before you die.
What if you gained the whole world?
You've already lost four little souls from your life.
Widows and orphans aren't hard to find.
They're home missing daddy who's saving the abandoned tonight.
Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you;
Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth.
That you are the patron saint of lost causes.
All you are to them is now a lost cause.
All you are to them is now causes.
Billy, don't you understand?
Timothy stood as long as he could and now,
You made his faith disappear,
More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth.
We're not questioning God,
Just those he chose to carry on his cross.
We're no better, you'll see,
Just all of us, the lost causes.
Aren't we all to you just lost causes?
Aren't we all to you lost?
Lost causes,
Aren't we all to you?
Is all we are, is all we are?
What we are is all we are.
Choir:
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
(Lost causes, we are is all we are)
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
(To you, lost causes)
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
[Instrumental interlude]
Take what you will, what you will
And leave.
Could you kill, could you kill me?
If the world was on fire,
And nothing was left but hope or desire.
And take all that I could recall.
Is this hell?
Or am I on the floor,
Over desperate cold hands?
Screaming of love again?
Lets fade, fall away, follow me,
Like a bad dream.
Figure this out,
It’s me on my own.
A helpless, hurting hell.
Is this all that you promised,
‘Cause I’m stranded and bare.
To me this is worse still,
But all that I have does not deaden this at all.
And this takes nil place,
Of the father you never had.
Bending and breaking and tearing apart,
This is not heaven, this is my hell.
