St. Peter

	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