Patron Saint of Pale

Lyrics for Patron Saint of Pale

I was born cursed with two left feet And I can't keep dancing to the beats of all your dumb doldrums Forlorn and frail, the Patron Saint of Pale Sedatives and therapists, there must be a better way to settle this Let's play Rochambeau (Oh) One, two, three, throw (Oh) If you win, I'll never ask to play again I'll come home, like nothing ever happened (No halo) (No halo) Silent dissent and tears, subjective truths That once filled a forever home, now fill two Fuck it, let's play Rochambeau (Oh) One, two, three, throw (Oh) If I win, I'll never have to dance again Damn your doldrums, damn your frailties Me and my left feet are leaving (Oh) (Oh) You might also like Wake Her Up American Football Blood On My Blood American Football Desdemona American Football I can't bathe in your malaise anymore I'd rather be profane and chaste and bored Ooh (No halo) (No halo) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh)