Dancing with St. Peter ($ign of 4 cover)

She spun herself on this cotton reel
I'd turn away but my blood won't spill
She'd hide away inside a confession box
While a chinaman cuts up the rocks
You may pound your fist at the wall
And you may die for no cause at all
You may worship this meddlesome man
Led to the slaughter
A sacrificial lamb
Love feeds you
Love bleeds you
Slpis right through your hands
Love scars you
Behold or be damned
She ain't here she's away
She's dancing with st. Peter
She won't be back again
She's dancing with st. Peter
The devil drives a mercedes benz
It's a tacky motif
His means to an end
He wears her youth like a feather in his cap
While jiving down to that peruvian rap
He's the man of the moment
She's the one of a kind
As life as in death your coil will unwind
So don't call yourself misunderstood
'Cause underneath we're all damaged goods
Love finds you
Love blinds you
Slpis right through your hands
Love scars you
Behold or be damned
She ain't here she's away
She's dancing with st. Peter
She won't be back again
She's dancing with st. Peter
There's a sign in the night sky
Some supernova
It's climbing so high
That's all right now
I'm stepping over