Marc Almond - Patron Saint of Lipstick lyrics
[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
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