Lyric The Patience Of A Saint

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 can 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 talkint 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