There is a nail in my bedroom floor
That I've never even seen before
I guess these days we don't look down
As if there's something wrong
With keeping a lion warm
And letting it sleep in your head
And there's vanilla in the air
And I think I put it there
But I see these stripes they don't breathe in
And I know my age is small
But the stripes I move are tall
I see their dark glasses on their head
Oh see me Peter
Before you call my name
I see the sign up there
No smoking in the air
These devils move with icy claw
And I see these bricks of red
Move through his head
They come out as books of ideals
Oh see me Peter
Before you call my name
Oh see me Peter
Before you call my name
Saint Peter before you call my name