Текст песни The Patience of a Saint - Electronic

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 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 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