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Lyrics for 'Hey St Peter' by 'Bad Examples'
I Pulled Into Memphis, I Could Not Slow Down
My Brakes Were Gone, I Wrecked The Car...fire On The Ground
Then My Car Exploded And The Flames Licked My Chin
And My Life Flashed Before My Eyes Like An X-rated Film
Like A Poison Arrow My Soul Shot Through The Sky
Landed There At Heaven's Gate, Much To My Surprise
And An Angel With A Halo Walked Up And Said, "hey, Dude!
Welcome To Heaven...we've Got This Glass Of Milk For You."
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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 Eye
Then The Devil On Cloud 7 And St. Peter On Cloud 4
Played A Hand Of Poker, And The Winner Gets My Soul
Chorus
Well The Last Thing I Remember, Satan Held Two Jacks
And I Woke Up In The Back Of A Memphis Ambulance
And I Do Not Know For Certain Which Cards St. Peter Held
So I'm Breaking All Ten Commandments To Make Sure I Go To Hell
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