Текст песни Bad Examples - Hey St. Peter
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I pulled into Memphis, I could not slow downMy brakes were gone, I wrecked the car...fire on the groundThen my car exploded and the flames licked my chinAnd my life flashed before my eyes like an X-rated filmLike a poison arrow my soul shot through the skyLanded there at heaven`s gate, much to my surpriseAnd an angel with a halo walked up and said, "Hey, dude!Welcome to Heaven...we`ve got this glass of milk for you."(Chorus)I said, "Hey St. Peter, won`t you open up your gate...I hear the Devil calling, now please don`t make me late.He`s got loud guitars, alcohol, cheap Jamaican whores...I don`t want to stay in Heaven no more."Well, Satan came a-running, said, "Hey, that boy is mine!"He had a John Hiatt T-Shirt and trouble in his eyeThen the Devil on Cloud 7 and St. Peter on Cloud 4Played a hand of poker, and the winner gets my soulChorusWell the last thing I remember, Satan held two JacksAnd I woke up in the back of a Memphis ambulanceAnd I do not know for certain which cards St. Peter heldSo I`m breaking all ten commandments to make sure I go to HellChorus