By rights we should have been choking 

On every word the Preacher had us repeat 

A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag 

The first aid of a three-time divorcee 



Carried you home down through the subway 

Where thrills are cheap and the kids roll down walls 

like paint 

Borrowed Gods been rubbing their backs on your window 

Your summers are haunted with memories of love sick 

strays 



Pick up your chin there's a Saint on the mend 

On a burnt out estate born of bones that don't bend 

Coming back stealing hearts pulling through 

Brand fire new 



Mary goes a-diving in at the deep end 

At the sliding doors of the 13th floor she prays 

She says night fall gently on the weekend 

When tempers are high and all those frustrations 

displayed 



Pick up your chin there's a Saint on the mend 

On a burnt out estate born of bones that don't bend 

Coming back stealing hearts pulling through 

Brand fire new 



Pick up your chin there's a Saint on the mend 

On a burnt out estate born of bones that don't bend 

Coming back stealing hearts pulling through 

Brand fire new 



I'm hit, I'm down, I'm done, I'm dusted, I'm deadbeat 

I am weak as a kitten, been strapped to the tracks of a 

train 

I have danced with the drunks, and dodged all those 

filthy old whispers 

But baby go give 'em hell and tell 'em it came with a 

name 



Brand fire new