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

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