Hitch a ride on St. Peters cross
Hitch a ride on St. Peters cross
Clever knock on the head
And I
I am

Can't tell you why I'm late
Rather be dead than in bed
Your lovely heads open
Blood gushing
And face in the can

I always
Eat the apple of both my eyes
Make up's little children's drawings
I'm an odd period in happy lives
At the service they'll surely say
Lovely man a perfect lie
Caught a tan from the devils desire
He wouldn't make it here alive

Hitch a ride on St. Peters cross
Caught a ride on St. Peters cross
Put a thumb in the air
And I smile for you all

Dead boy dead
Dead boy
Dead boy dead
Dead


Lyrics submitted by Sourikuro

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