Littletown Radio Company - Hey Saint Rita

I feel pious and pathetic when I try to pray
But one way conversations never leave you feeling heard
Strap me to the metal, zap the lily dust away
Littletown, Little life, Perfect daisy of a wife
Some respond to massive loss with half-hearted replacements
Hey Saint Rita, where the fuck is my replacement?
War is over but my soldier never made it home
Ashes on the soil, Hope my boy will be regrown
But now I think I'm on my way
I think I'm on my way to get strung up
When they took the one continuation of my flesh
I started a garden just to take it off my mind
Devoted to electrify the tomb with angel matter
I would listen to the flowers if they told me what to fucking do
But now I'm on my way
I know I'm on my way to get strung up
Hey Saint Rita
Saint Rita
Saint Rita
Saint Rita
Where's my replacement
My replacement
My replacement
My replacement
Hey Saint Rita
Saint Rita
Saint Rita
Saint Rita
Where's my replacement
My replacement
My replacement
My replacement

Written by:
Nicholas Morrissey

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