someone should hold me right now
and tell me that I'll be safe in their arms
hold me still, hold me close, hold me tight
like I hold my guitar
but there's no one I could name
who I'll let hold me in this way
that's just the price I had to pay
for playing god
at such a tender age
to try and save all I could save
and you thought Jesus got carried away
well you were wrong

I am the patron saint of bottled hate
you have been worshipping like mad
I am the patron saint of bottled hate
I am cause I know that I am

someone should hit me and kick me and beat me
outside in the rain
then nail my hands to my heart
just to show that I've never felt pain
but there's no one I could name
who I'll let treat me in this way
etc...