Patron Saint

I'm the biggest case of Stockholm that you've ever seen I'm I'll begotten gains and bastardized philosophies I'm busy hands mixing messages they won't believe A muddles mouth ascending up exploding in the canopy All I need is that gun in my hand I'll shoot down your miracle man The patron saint of isolation The patron saint of isolation And what's it take for us to be the new O'hallorans Cuz solid lead and brass do volumes more than dollars can What do you expect when you keep swiping from an empty hand A bed of flames descends the armed parading marching band All I need is that gun in my hand I'll shoot down your miracle man The patron saint of isolation The patron saint of isolation You're better sleeping in the sidewalk than in this house We're designed to chew you up and spit you out Cities built on top of bodies call it solid ground We're designed to chew you up and spit you All I need is that gun in my hand I'll shoot down your miracle man The patron saint of isolation The patron saint of isolation All I need is that gun in my hand I'll shoot down your miracle man The patron saint of isolation The patron saint of isolation