St. Peter - David Ford

everyone come together
making no kind of sense
and these thoughts that i cling to
they're going to harm my defence
i'll throw rocks at the devil with my faith wearing thin
but i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in
i will work like a pack horse
every hour of the day
i will drink like a preacher
oh make these spirits go away
i will sing like an angel with an ear for a sin
but i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in
so when i'm gone will you miss me?
yes i'm sure that you will
when i'm far from the terror
and the lies and the kill
but there is nothing so deadly as the forces of right
or some fool with a shotgun in a house painted white
so ain't it hard now my brother
to try and do what you should
when the shameless and the wicked
they dress the same as the good
my intentions are honest though my chances are slim
so i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in
so everyone come together
making no kind of sense
and these words that i cling to
can only harm my defence
i've embraced imperfection it's alright not to win
but i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in
i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in