Bad Examples - Hey St. Peter Lyrics
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
