Dead Boy

Hitch a ride on St. Peters cross

Hitch a ride on St. Peters cross

Clever knock on the head

And I

I am

Can't tell you why I'm late

Rather be dead than in bed

Your lovely heads open

Blood gushing

And face in the can

I always

Eat the apple of both my eyes

Make up's little children's drawings

I'm an odd period in happy lives

At the service they'll surely say

Lovely man a perfect lie

Caught a tan from the devils desire

He wouldn't make it here alive

Hitch a ride on St. Peters cross

Caught a ride on St. Peters cross

Put a thumb in the air

And I smile for you all

Dead boy dead

Dead boy dead

Dead