I subscribe to the Digest, a slime mold of the Pacific Northwest
You were left out in the sun until you went dry
You're on the public transport. Spouting shit that no one asked for
Hateful, rhetoric, you're the patron saint of dumb cunts
I said, don't worry, mother, I'm not out here killing my brothers
Unlike some of the others who forget that they've got brothers
Talk about a far-reaching concept with no lack of intent
It's just imperial rent, they want it for themselves
No light at the end of the line. No love at the end of the tunnel
No light at the end of the line. Wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
No light at the end of the line. No love at the end of the tunnel
No light at the end of the line. Wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
No light at the end of the line. No love at the end of the tunnel
No light at the end of the line,
Meat Bags - Patron Saint Lyrics
Meat Bags - Patron Saint Lyrics
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I subscribe to the Digest, a slime mold of the Pacific Northwest
You were left out in the sun until you went dry
You're on the public transport. Spouting shit that no one asked for
Hateful, rhetoric, you're the patron saint of dumb cunts
I said, don't worry, mother, I'm not out here killing my brothers
Unlike some of the others who forget that they've got brothers
Talk about a far-reaching concept with no lack of intent
It's just imperial rent, they want it for themselves
No light at the end of the line. No love at the end of the tunnel
No light at the end of the line. Wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
No light at the end of the line. No love at the end of the tunnel
No light at the end of the line. Wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
No light at the end of the line. No love at the end of the tunnel
No light at the end of the line,
You were left out in the sun until you went dry
You're on the public transport. Spouting shit that no one asked for
Hateful, rhetoric, you're the patron saint of dumb cunts
I said, don't worry, mother, I'm not out here killing my brothers
Unlike some of the others who forget that they've got brothers
Talk about a far-reaching concept with no lack of intent
It's just imperial rent, they want it for themselves
No light at the end of the line. No love at the end of the tunnel
No light at the end of the line. Wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
No light at the end of the line. No love at the end of the tunnel
No light at the end of the line. Wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
No light at the end of the line. No love at the end of the tunnel
No light at the end of the line,
Writer: Scott Jackson, Matt Wilders, Tom Atkinson, Harry Redin-Paulus
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Meat Bags
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Scott Jackson, Matt Wilders, Tom Atkinson, Harry Redin-Paulus