Patron Saint

Well I’m the meanest bastard that you could ever know
a long trail of destruction follows everywhere I go
There’s hatred in my heart, and there’s anger in my soul
and I’ll rob and cheat anyone I meet just to climb that totem pole

Walking through the valley, I heard an anguished cry
down there by the road I found an injured passer-by
I took all of his money and I left him there to die
cause I’m a crafty sod and there ain’t no god that can make me answer why

So wherever there is suffering, I come to stake my claim
that’s the way the world works, no one man is to blame
So I carry me no guilt, and I’ll carry me no shame
just follow my creed of want and greed and hallowed be my name

So listen all you do-gooders well where do I begin
forget about your morals and embrace a life of sin
But you clutch your bleeding heart, and you play your violin
well I’m the patron saint of what you ain’t and thats why I’ll always win