St June from Epidural by The Spines

Saint June

Saint June’s on the run
Saint June’s on the road today
Went behind little Jenny’s back
Nothing could make it up to her someday

They send somebody to make fun of her
They send somebody to make fun of her
They send somebody to make fun of her

Little Jenny’s on the grass
Playing games before the crash
Fields of passion also grow
Where the wine was meant to pay

Juney’s gone to a better place
Where nothing lasts and nothing tastes
To the field of passion
And she’s been there and I’ve been weird
I’m tired of feelings
Trying to change your past

Saint Jimmy’s on the path
Kids came along and it wasn’t there
When they came along at last
He was on his own and fading fast

They send somebody to make fun of her
They send somebody to make fun of her
They send somebody to make fun of her

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