Lyrics:
the pearly gates
Set fire to the saints
You could be an angel but you just refuse to fly
Bushes burning backwards
St. Peter's suicide
I still want you
I still
a foreign field.
For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name.
Never an honest world but that was when I ruled the world.
Oh,
Hey Peter
Heard you been walking on the water
Saint Teresa
Told my sister's, cousin's father
And he never lies
It will only get better
It will only
Hey Peter
Heard you been walking on the water
Saint Teresa
Told my sister's, cousin's father
And he never lies
It will only get better
It will only
a good word in for me?
When I die all I can say is I tried
I tried, I tried so hard
When I die all I can say is I tried
When you see Saint Peter please
a good word in for me?
When I die all I can say is I tried
I tried, I tried so hard
When I die all I can say is I tried
When you see Saint Peter please
the Alligator)
Might be sooner Might be later
One thing for sure you gotta Pay the Alligator
The afterlife come and it scared me half to death
I heard Saint
a voodoo women gonna save your soul
Take you to heaven bring real real slow
gonna getta cha get cha take you away
Down low way down low down low
Peter
achieve great heights
In the sweetest by and by
Saint Peter shake your head
Tie your lifeboats to the shore
A righteous mob is at the gate
Demanding their
got her in the fetal (fetal)
Take her out the port, baby, you can call me Peter (Peter)
I'm a jeweler like Anita, we dem boys like Khalifa (rmm)
I'm
provide the match
Would you set me ablaze
And let me ride the smoke
Up to Saint Peters gates
Underneath these sheets I've been
Sweating my thoughts for days
plead with saint peter that we just didn't know
What would you do if you could get, away with all of it
On the other side, the secrets we hide brought
You load sixteen guns and what do you get
Get another day older and you pay off all of your debts
Saint Peter well he don't want you cause you don't
wash me clean
Every day and every night
She hides in plain sight
Holding your seat, before she holds you deep
And Saint Peter's face will be the next
behind me, burning blackthorn blooms
Ghosting past
A cross for his mast
Saint Cedd rides
Blessing the tide
On my heart: empty pews
Bolted doors, fonts
is what I perform amongst you haters
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?
Bathing Ape, Yves
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I
au creux d'un port, très loin du canal Saint-Martin
J'ai une jolie tente en plastique au bord du canal Saint-Martin
Plantée sur des pavés sans plages
The ceiling ain't so far
And Yahweh just may want a couple words
With yours truly
So I'll be walking right up to those big pearly gates
Saying "Hey Saint
stop while I smoke that cigarette
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter
Saint-Jean
Pis les bines à Mémère
qui sont bonnes, qui sont bonnes
Pis les bines à Mémère
qui sont bonnes, mais y font péter
(Bis)
Je passais par chez
and they're wide
And the world on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride
Ring them bells Saint Peter
where the four winds blow
Ring
and they're wide
And the world on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride
Ring them bells Saint Peter
where the four winds blow
Ring
Hello, and welcome to a day in heaven
And here's your host, Saint Peter
Painting rainbows in the sky
Building castles in the air
Try to hide
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