The Saint of Lost Causes

I'm a bad dream

Not a nightmare

I'm too pretty for that

Let's just say I'm the last thing you want to see coming

I'm the reason they say watch your back

For so long I was like a wounded hound

Backed into a chain linked fence

The world at large was just a big, mean kid

Poking me through the fence with a stick

Ain't nobody going back

Takes a whole lot of hurting

Therein lies one of life's biggest lessons

Ain't got nothing to do with deserve

So just pray

To the Saint of Lost Causes

Now, it's a cruel world

But it ain't hard to understand

You got your sheep

You got your shepherds and

Got your wolves amongst men

It can be hard to tell

You might find a wolf in shepherd's clothes

Now and then, you're gonna find sheep

Hidden amongst all those troubled souls

You know, most folks are afraid of the wolf

But if you really stop and think

Throughout time between a wolf and a shepherd

Who you reckon has killed the most sheep?

There's nothing can be done

It's just the way it goes

First you get bad, then you get mean

Then there's nothing left but to grow cold

And pray

To the Saint of Lost Causes

Some will say I've got no feeling

No heart and surely no shame

Truth is that this has been with me for so long

I must admit I kinda like the pain

How many encounters do you ever have?

Better yet, how many wolves you ever seen?

You got about as much chance as seeing one of them

As you do of running into me

Still take nothing for granted

Might live on the best block in Beverly Hills

Be sure to lock up tight at night

'Cause you know poor folks ain't got nothing to steal

So just pray

To the Saint of Lost Causes