St. Hypocrisy Songtext
von Jaime Lyn Beatty

You think my stamina is weak
I stutter when I speak
The soles of my shoes
Are beautiful to lose
And I′m stuck in a losing streak

You thing your 'have′s are my 'have not's
I′m lacking all you got
I′m heavy as lead
And hang by a thread
So success is a long shot

You're so cut up in wrong and right
You only see things black and white
You say one thing
And you do another
The Saint of Hypocrisy


′Cause all you can do is accuse me
Punish and scold and abuse me
But talk is cheap
So I'll turn my cheek
On the Saint of Hypocrisy

Oh... you hate the way I love
′Cause it ain't ordain, by God above
You curse the lies
Commit in bed
But you ain′t okay with the lies you've said

'Cause all you can do is accuse me
And punish and scold and abuse me
But talk is cheap
So I′ll turn my cheek
On the Saint of Hypocrisy

Cue the choir, part the sea
Here comes Saint Hypocrisy
Lower down on bended knee
Pray for Saint Hypocrisy

Cue the choir and part the sea
Here comes Saint Hypocrisy
Lower down on bended knee
Pray for Saint Hypocrisy...


Run, run, baby. Look at you go
With the Lord in your head, and the devil in tow

Cue the choir and part the sea
Make way for the Saint of Hypocrisy

Lower down on bended knee
And pray for the Saint of Hypocrisy

Cue the choir and part the sea
Make way for the Saint of Hypocrisy

Lower down on bended knee
And pray for the Saint of Hypocrisy

Oh, all you can do is accuse me
And punish and scold and abuse me
But talk is cheap
So I′ll turn my cheek
On the Saint of Hypocrisy