Letras
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 now
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 now