St. Peter

I'm a beggar, ten feet under
Pocket change and the smell of cigarette
I'm no better, sinful debtor
I could change, but i'd rather place a bet

Down down, says the greeder
Down down, from what you said

Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah
Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah

I've come here, dreamt of clear
Covered in a simple sillouite
I've come here, void of fear
Full of knowing consequences of what you've said

Down down, says the greeder
Down down, from what you said

Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah
Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah

Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah
Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah

I want you to speak
Something bittersweet, to me
I want you to speak
Something bittersweet, to me

Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah
Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah

Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah
Lead on the son of st. peter
Lead on with the saddle in yeah