Patron Saint of Pale lyrics

I was born cursed with two left feet And I can't keep dancing to the beats of all your dumb old drums For Lord Frail, the Patron Saint of Pale Sedatives and therapists There must be a better way to settle this Let's play rochambeau (oh) One, two, three, run (oh) If you win, I'll never ask to play again I'll come home, like nothing ever happened Silence descends in tears, subjective truths Once filled forever home, now filled too Fuck it, let's play rochambeau (oh) One, two, three, run (oh) If I win, I'll never have to dance again Damn your dumb drums, damn your frailties Me and my left feet are leaving (oh) (Oh) I can't bathe in your ways anymore I'd rather be profane and chased and bored Ooh (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh)