I was born on St. Jude's Day.
Patron Saint of Things Despaired Of.
Black heart, black soul
black nails, black hair.
Wings that keep me flying low,
I cried until the moon was full,
ran with all the stray cats black,
eight souls lost I can't get back.

You know I prayed to be saved.
You know I was out of change.
No luck, no love
no help from above.
I can only see at night
believing in tricks of the light.
I place my faith in them 'til dawn,
with the sun I find them gone.

So with my last wrinkled dollar
I bought a world in a bottle.
I drank so much planet
that I'll never recover.
Hungover, I'm dropped to my knees
and pray you're praying for me.

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