Lyrics
Patron saints of excrement navigate the rescuing teams
Search party dizzy dance distantly listening for screams
You need a good living
I need some forgiving
If you had a shred of me
In your pedigree teeth would you feel my position complete
Well I understand that I'm your pet
How could I ever forget
See how smoothly the transfer goes
Dozens of calls from home
In thousands of ringtones all claim to know what it's like
But I've never been to Stockholm
If he's gotta cut it I don't mind
Scatter it on the ground
I never heard that sound
Swear I don't have to
There's something in the way he's saying
Our angel's underground
Now it's so profound
The recognition ignites in your face
You taught me that god's a man
And this is a holy land