ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Patron saint of crazy


Super fears meet underground
Not enough to go ‘round

Do you think you could be all that I dreamed
That’s some heavy shit to turn down

All I ever got from you is one more song
That I can’t find the words and every note sounds wrong

I’m the patron saint of crazy
I’m mad as a hatter
I compete with radio?
No words in the water
Won’t you take a chance on me
You know you’re lonely
Get your fingers burnt
’cause you never learn
You never learn

Is the danger of me ever being bored
Rest assured you’d be the first to know

I’m a small sized man from a mid sized town
In the middle of nothing special with nowhere to go

People will say nothing ventured nothing gained
I feel like Bob Marley when I wait in vain

For the patron saint of crazy
Is mad as a hatter
I complete the radio?
No words in the water?
Won’t you take a chance on me
’cause you know you’re lonely
Get your fingers burnt
’cause you never learn

Patron saint of crazy
Is mad as a hatter
I complete the radio?
No words in the water?
Won’t you take a chance on me
’cause you know you’re lonely
Get your fingers burnt
’cause you never learn

Patron saint of crazy

Won’t you take a chance on me
You know you’re lonely
Get your fingers burnt
’cause you never learn

Oh won’t you take a chance on me
You know you’re lonely
Get fingers burnt out
’cause you never learn