Prayers of the Saints

Mamas alone where the sirens call
Theyre filling up her mind like they fill the hall
Mama cant fight what she dont know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows
Talking about the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men cant
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Talking about the way they move
Makes them do the things that they do
Somewhere a saint is praying for you
Papas alone while the sun sets red
Papa stands fine, baby lays in bed
Papa blames this on what he dont know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows
Talking bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men cant
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Talking about the way they move
Makes them do the things they do
Somewhere a saint is praying for you [x2]