And these thoughts that I cling to,
They're gonna harm my defence.
I throw rocks at the devil
With my faith wearing thin,
But I won't scream down St. Peter
I will work like a pack horse,
I will drink like a preachers,
Oh make these spirits go away.
I will sing like an angel
But I won't scream down St. Peter
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.
Yeah but there's nothing so deadly
In a house painted white.
So ain't it hard now, my brothers,
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
So everyone come together,
And these words that I cling to
Can only harm my defence.
I've embraced imperfection,
So I won't scream down St. Peter