Saint Cecilia

Here in my jungle, I'm the fire chief I'm up all night 'cause I can't get no relief I've come six hundred miles I've got six hundred miles to go 'Cause see, Saint Cecilia I think of anyone, she oughta know I've been to New York, I've been to Amsterdam Boats on the water, joints in my hand I've been set up and broke down I've been suspicious too But if she says she's gonna do it Saint Cecilia, that's what she's gonna do I know you're a martyr, as all of us are I know where the cross is, and you keep it in your car That's a sad but prideful state of affairs Gonna tell Saint Cecilia That she's the only one who really cares Baby it's okay, just to carry on On the mistletoe And these trials and verses at the risk of the mournin' Into the wild, into the dark I've seen your bite and it's worser than your bark I've got burns on my fingers and scars all over my soul But when you see Saint Cecilia She's gonna get it under control You know you can't stay here, but you can't let me go You got information that others wanna know There's a high price flying over your head When you see Saint Cecilia You'll either be free or you'll be dead Baby it's okay, just to carry on On a mistletoe And these trials and verses at the risk of the mournin' Go and tell Saint Cecilia I think of anyone she'll understand