The Patience of a Saint Lyrics

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 could I change? I live without restraintAnd I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saintThinking 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 faintBut I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint
I would try the patience of a saintI'm talking to myself, talking to myself
I'm talking 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 paintBut 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