Testo di Dancing With St. Peter

She spun herself on this cotton reel I'd turn away but my blood won't spill She'd hide away inside a confession box While a chinaman cuts up the rocks You may pound your fist at the wall And you may die for no cause at all You may worship this meddlesome man Led to the slaughter A sacrificial lamb Love feeds you Love bleeds you Slips right through your hands Love scars you Behold or be damned She ain't here she's away She's dancing with st. Peter She won't be back again She's dancing with st. Peter The devil drives a mercedes benz It's a tacky motif His means to an end He wears her youth like a feather in his cap While jiving down to that peruvian rap He's the man of the moment She's the one of a kind As life as in death your coil will unwind So don't call yourself misunderstood Cos underneath we're all damaged goods Love finds you Love blinds you Slips right through your hands Love scars you Behold or be damned She ain't here she's away She's dancing with st. Peter She won't be back again She's dancing with st. Peter She ain't here she's away She's dancing with st. Peter She won't be back again She's dancing with st. Peter There's a sign in the night sky Some supernova It's climbing so high That's alright now I'm stepping over She ain't here she's away She's dancing with st. Peter She won't be back again She's dancing with st. Peter