Saint Morrissey

I may be a firm believer
Or maybe a firm persuasion
Or maybe the time releases none
Deliver this sage of word and tongue
Tell us the things this man has done
Convict the accused, and condemn if you must

Saint Stephen, Saint Patrick, Saint Morrissey
Why would you give your life for these?
Just make the oh-so-lame to see
Saint Stephen, Saint Patrick, Saint Morrissey
If gods reconsider things
Did they who made the Moz, make thee?

Nevertheless, you sing his songs
You sin and repent, and then all is gone
The sentence is served, but the words run on
One never knows where one belongs
A face in the midst of a faceless throng
But gathering stones somehow feels wrong

Saint Stephen, Saint Patrick, Saint Morrissey
Why would you give your life for these?
Just make the oh-so-lame to see
Saint Stephen, Saint Patrick, Saint Morrissey
If gods reconsider things
Did they who made the Moz, make thee?

There but for the grace of God, go I
There but for the grace of God, go I

Saint Stephen, Saint Patrick, Saint Morrissey
Why would you give your life for these?
Just make the oh-so-lame to see
Saint Stephen, Saint Patrick, Saint Morrissey
If gods reconsider things

Saint Stephen, Saint Patrick, Saint Morrissey
Why would you give your life for these?
Just make the oh-so-lame to see
Saint Stephen, Saint Patrick, Saint Morrissey
If gods reconsider things
Did they who made the Moz, make thee?