Lyrics

PHILOMENA

I need a saint that gets things done
I need a holy hired gun
I need a saint that cuts in front of the line
I heard your reputation’s such
Nobody’s ever asked for too much
I hate to bug you but I’ve run out of time

Philomena won’t you carry my prayer
Philomena I know you’ll get it there
I tried to do this on my own
I guess I’m just no good alone
Philomena carry my prayer

I hung your picture on my walls
10 times a day make the sign of the cross
There isn’t anything at all I won’t do
I work my ass off and play the game
But I can’t seem to break these chains
My darkest hour has me calling on you

Repeat Chorus

I don’t know how you do those things you do
Your very mystery is the miracle of you

Philomena won’t you carry my prayer
Philomena I know you’ll get it there
I’m on my knees Philomena
Oh please Philomena
Don’t tease me Philomena with your sweet stare
Philomena carry my prayer