By rights we should have been choking   On every word the preacher had us repeat   A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag   The first aid of a three-time divorcee      Carried you home down through the subway   Where thrills are cheap and the kids roll down walls like paint   Borrowed Gods been rubbing their backs on your window   Your summers are haunted with memories of love sick strays      Pick up your chin there?s a Saint on the mend   On a burnt out estate born of bones that don?t bend   Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new      Mary goes a-diving in at the deep end   At the sliding doors of the 13th floor she prays   She says night fall gently on the weekend   When tempers are high and all those frustrations displayed      Pick up your chin there?s a Saint on the mend   On a burnt out estate born of bones that don?t bend   Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new      Pick up your chin there?s a Saint on the mend   On a burnt out estate born of bones that don?t bend   Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new      I?m hit, I?m down, I?m done, I?m dusted, I?m deadbeat   I am weak as a kitten, been strapped to the tracks of a train   I have danced with the drunks   And dodged all those filthy old whispers      But baby, go give 'em hell and tell 'em   It came with a name brand fire new