I'm standing in the corridor, successfully being me   Smoking a quick cigarette to liven up the journey   Of course I got my walkman on, it's playing let it bleed   Cos I'm the patron saint of losers   And you're the queen of need   And I'm the patron saint of losers   So say a prayer to me   Say a prayer, you know who t'address it to      I'm walking down the station, just looking straight ahead   And I just lost my ticket, and I just lost the thread   And I wonder if just one small body could fill up all my bed   Hey I'm the patron saint of losers   And you're the queen of the dead   And I'm the patron saint of losers   That's what you said, you called me   The patron saint of losers   The patron saint of losers         Deliver me, deliver me from that which I've undone   Cos if you're looking for a loser, I might just be one   Martyrdom's the only thing that faguely turns me on   Cos I'm the patron saint         I'm walking up the staircase, and I'm knocking at your door   And someone shouts you're out of place, you're blocking up the hall   But I've been here 15 years, so baby it's your call   Cos I'm the patron saint of losers   Woah, honey, I've lost it all   I'm the patron saint of losers   Proud before the fall   I'm the patron saint of losers   I'm the patron saint of losers.