Mama's alone where the sirens call
They're fillin' up her mind like they fill the hall, yeah
Mama can't fight what she don't know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows, yeah grows
Oh, woh
Talkin' 'bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men can't
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Talkin' 'bout the way they move
Makes them do the things that they do
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you, yeah, yeah
Papa's alone while the sun sets red
Papa stands fine, baby lays in bed
Papa blames this on what he don't know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows, grows
Talkin' 'bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men can't
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Talkin' 'bout the way they move
Makes them do the things that they do
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you, yeah, yeah
Talkin' 'bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men can't
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Talkin' 'bout the way they move
Makes them do the things that they do
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you
Talkin' 'bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men can't
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Somethin' 'bout the way they move
Makes them do the things that they do
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you
Talkin' 'bout
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you, yeah, yeah
Prayers of the saints

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