[Chorus]
C                                     Am
Who are the saints of your secular religion?
F                                             G
Who do you call upon when you got no pot to piss in
C                                             Am
There's a certain kind of joy found in that dedication
F                                                          G
I'm the patron saint of changing and you don't know what you're missing

[Verse 1]
C                                      Am
Oh, Saint Lomax[?] I hear that table whirrin'
F                                               G
I know youre listening, those systems you're inferring
C                                        Am
You and that holy riddle saved so much in mine old dust
F                                            G
The high and lonesome tone of the cut to all around us

[Chorus (Variation 1)]
C                                    Am
Who are the saints of your secular religion?
F                                           G
Who do you call upon when you got no pot to piss in
C                                                Am
There's a cеrtain kind of joy found in that dedication
F                                                           G
I'm the patron saint of collecting and you don't know what you'rе missing

[Verse 2]
Am                                       F
Oh, Saint Justin, I know your wounds are tinging
C                                                 G
The small ones love you so, oh their kisses they are ringing
Am                                       F
A small blue lever in a tiny tin can package
C                                                       G
Oh it's you they love you so, oh it's you that they ravage

[Chorus (Variation 2)]
C                                     E7     
Who are the saints of your secular religion?
Am                      F                       G     
Who do you call upon when your sorrows got you wishing
C                                          E7     
For that certain kind of joy found in that dedication
Am                      F                                   G     
For the caring for the small things most folk are prone to missing

{Verse 3}
C
Well I love this world and the people prone to love it
E7
The opossums in the willow trees
Am
And the babies that are growing
F                                                      G
Saint Jorsanna and Danny Johnston, and the good Reverend's shoulders
F                                                       G
Professor Willy and that cheap-ass beer and the yard sale saw horse holder

[Chorus (Variation 3)]
C                                    E7
Who are the saints of your secular religion?
Am                     F                      G
Who do you call upon when you got no pot to piss in
C                               E7
There's a certain kind of joy found in that dedication
Am                             F                               G
I'm the patron saint of something and I don't know what I'm missing