St. Peter - David Ford

Everyone come together

Making no kind of sense

And these thoughts that I cling to

They’re going to harm my defense

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?

Yeah, I’m sure that you will

When I’m far from the terror

And the lies and the kill

Yes, 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

Yes, and these words that I cling to

Can only harm my defense

I’ve embraced imperfection

It’s alright not to win

So I won’t scream down St. Peter

When he don’t let me in

Yeah, I won’t scream down St. Peter

When he don’t let me in