I need a patron
I need a lord
The words will come as I lay
Like a bum most of the day
And big fat cheques will find their way
Angelic through my door
I need a patron
Someone to pull me from the horde
With a handshake like a head of state
And a foot in every door
I have just recently lost count
Of the truly punishing amount
Of times I’ve knocked it out the park
For a bored, unsmiling dark
And it’s just way too f#cking hard
So be my patron
Be my lord
Are there rules to this game?
Or some school on how to play?
I can bend to beg or pray
Till I’m stiff from knee to jaw
I have just recently lost count
Of the truly harrowing accounts
Of those who shift inside the mould
Growing grain amongst the gold
Going stale left out in the cold
So be my patron
Come on and get me while I’m hot
If you’re in ‘the biz’ and know what ‘it’ is
And ‘it’ is all I’ve got
So call me any time you want to
Call me anything you like
I need a patron
I need a lord
I’ll be waiting, with all else set aside
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Naked & Baked Lyrics – Patron