The Patience of a Saint Songtext
von Electronic

Talking of my attributes
The things I do so well
As anyone who′s in cahoots with me will readily tell
I've lived up here, I′ve been down there, I've bought so I could sell
And if I drove a faster car, I'd drive it bloody well
How could I change?
I live without restraint

And I would try the patience of a saint


Thinking of my attitudes, talking one on one
I may disagree with you
But look where you′ve come from
And all that you′ve got
I thought that I would faint

But I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint
I would try the patience of a saint

I'm talking to myself (to myself)
I′m talking to the one that I know best
Bury me with gratitude, you can go to hell
Why should I care? I'd rather watch drying paint
But I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint
I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience...
...Of a saint