Patron Saint of Pale

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I was born cursed with two left feet And I can't keep dancing to the beats of all your dumb doldrums Forlorn and Frail, the Patron Saint of Pale Sedatives and therapists, there must be a better way to settle this [Chorus] Let's play rochambeau (Oh) One, two, three, throw (Oh) If you win, I'll never ask to play again I'll come home, like nothing ever happened [Post-Chorus] (No halo) [Verse 2] Silent dissent and tears, subjective truths That once filled a forever home, now fill two [Chorus] Fuck it, let's play rochambeau (Oh) One, two, three, throw (Oh) If I win, I'll never have to dance again Damn your doldrums, damn your frailties Me and my left feet are leaving (Oh) (Oh) [Bridge] I can't bathe in your malaise anymore I'd rather be profane and chaste and bored [Instrumental Break] [Outro] Ooh (No halo) (No halo) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh)