Marc Almond - Patron Saint of Lipstick lyrics

He'll put on red lipstick
No matter the neighbours
Gender wars and hostile
Graffiti in corridors

And sit by the window the river down below
Oh mother, he's lonely
As a saint of travesty

He wears a blue halo for his fraternity
Oh mother, he's lonely
As a saint of travesty he walks by the river
His lipstick a pointer to raising the dead
In an East side cemetery

He goes out at night his light like a star
Putting diamonds on fingers
Of the broken and poor

Oh mother, he's lonеly
As a saint of travesty he wears a bluе halo
For his fraternity

His friends have nyloned toes
In silver stilettos and dance to a mirror
In sequins and glitter

Oh mother, he's lonely
As a saint of travesty handing out red roses
In a ruined cemetery

He'll put on red lipstick
And go out after dark through the foggy park
And come home at dawn oh mother, he's lonely
As a saint of travesty

He sit's by the window
Drinking tea with his shadow
A leopard skin coat
Draped over his shoulders

Oh mother, he's lonely
As a saint of travesty
Watching fog on the river
Creates a white halo