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
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 (I'm talking to myself)
          Talking to myself (myself myself)
I'm talking to the one that I know best
          I'm talking to the one that I know best

Bury me with gratitude
You can't 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