Lyrics:
St. St. Peter's, St. Peter's, Rave it up'
St. St. Peter's, St. Peter's, Rave it up'
St. St. Peter's, St. Peter's, Rave it up'
St. St. Peter's, St.
and prophets - Pray for us
St. Peter - Pray for us
St. Paul - Pray for us
St. Andrew - Pray for us
St. John - Pray for us
St. Magdalene - Pray for us
St .
mountains high
No clouds in sight
Like my morning for years
Please love me again
My heart is aching
In my head, your voice is echoing
St. Peter
In the hopes
Of a few minutes more
To get on St. Peter's list
But you need to lower your standards
'Cause it's never
Getting any better than this
We
Are you feeling, like you're less than I
Wonder why?
That every season is the reason
While I pass you by
No, I won't fall in
St. Peter don't care
Insane they took the paddles
My arms they paralysed
So where to now St. Peter
If it's true I'm in your hands
I may not be a Christian
But I've done all
The flamingos are all gone now
There's a flamingo
I've got St. Peter in my pocket
Why would you want to stop it like that?
Why would you want to stop it
I've got
that's strong
You load sixteen tons, so what do you get,
Another day older and deeper in debt
So, St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go,
I owe
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Pancakes and fritters
Say the bells of St. Peter's
Two sticks
back and crush my bones
Boy boy run away
Never grow up son they steal your heart away I said boy boy run away
St. Peter cant save your soul today
St.
Oranges and lemons
Say the bells of St. Clement's
Pancakes and fritters
Say the bells of St. Peter's
Two sticks and an apple
Say the bells of Whitechapel
the bells of St. Peter's
Two sticks and an apple
Say the bells at Whitechapel
Kettles and pans
Say the bells of St. Ann's
Maids in white Aprons
Say the bells
couldn't pay the bill
Made a stand, raised his hand
Sang a song, no time to kill
I said, Hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
I've got a tale to tell
I've just been
along, down along, out along, lee,
Although they be dead, of the horrid career
Of Bill Brewer, Jan St
ewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don't you call me
'Cause I can't go
the chasm where all things fall
St. Peter's calling
Calling for us all
When will we coalesce?
I can only guess
I wanted any answer
Why I was left behind
I had
back Im not Jesus
Ya boi a lot more like Peter
Funny where I'm from
Yeah Tratman St. Peters
Kingdom better band it
Do not chase green or property that
back I'm not Jesus
Ya boi a lot more like Peter
Funny where I'm from
Yeah Tratman St. Peters
Kingdom better band it
Do not chase green or property
That
they're
Those saints you've been waiting on
To St. Peter's golden face
His eyes all wet with grace
To St. Peter's golden face
To St. Peter's golden face,
and it's a sin
Hope St. Peter gonna let me in
Come on Pete won't you let me in
I wear this cowboy hat up on my head
And you can take it off me some
with care
In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced in
with care
In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced
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
care
In hopes that St. Nicholas
Soon would be there
The children were nestled
All safe in their beds
While visions of sugarplums
Danced in their heads
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