When Saints Go Machine - Dead Boy lyrics

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