Dress In Black

I was driving down south with my brand new Ford

Just looking for somebody who could lead me back home

Then came Peter who smiled and he waved a flag

He was dressed in all white

That colour did hurt my eye

It was so devine

He said hold on right there

I can`t let you through

There´s so much wrong with your outfit

So son you better dress in black

I can´t come home, cause I´m no good.

Can´t come home,

cause I`ve done wrong everytime

When we´ve passed.

On our trails of freedom, on our trails in shame

He showed my past like a picture show

I thought I had arrived to the gates of my home

But the sun went down and the clouds rolled in

The darkness came… then I saw all my sins.

He said hold on right there. I can´t let you through.

There´s so much wrong with your outfit

So son you better dress in black

I can´t come home, cause I´m no good.

Can´t come home,

cause I`ve done wrong everytime

When we´ve passed.

On our trails of freedom, on our trails in shame

I can´t come home, cause I´m no good.

Can´t come home,

cause I`ve done wrong everytime

When we´ve passed.

On our trails of freedom, on our trails in shame