Frank Black And The Catholics
Go Find Your Saint
Had no life, I was feeling like some kind of unfinished project
I had a friend John, he said let me turn you on to the saint of Inanimate Objects
Go find, go find your saint Go find, go find your saint Pill by pill a miracle occurred
The whole world got better
How I prayed until I said the words I knew would upset her
She said get off your knees and don't tarry I ain't gonna be what I ain't
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
packed my bags I never did look back
But I'm glad that I met her
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
The union wasa gone but I sang my songs at the Hall of the Felled Tree
Under the charms of the Saint's folded arms well I hope she can help me
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
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