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Bad Examples Cheap Beer Night Hey St. Peter I pulled into memphis, i could not slow down My brakes were gone, i wrecked the car...fire on the ground Then my car exploded and the flames licked my chin And my life flashed before my eyes like an x-rated film Like a poison arrow my soul shot through the sky Landed there at heaven's gate, much to my surprise And an angel with a halo walked up and said, "hey, dude! Welcome to heaven...we've got this glass of milk for you." (chorus) I said, "hey st. peter, won't you open up your gate... I hear the devil calling, now please don't make me late. He's got loud guitars, alcohol, cheap jamaican whores... I don't want to stay in heaven no more." Well, satan came a-running, said, "hey, that boy is mine!" He had a john hiatt t-shirt and trouble in his eye Then the devil on cloud 7 and st. peter on cloud 4 Played a hand of poker, and the winner gets my soul Chorus Well the last thing i remember, satan held two jacks And i woke up in the back of a memphis ambulance And i do not know for certain which cards st. peter held So i'm breaking all ten commandments to make sure i go to hell Chorus |
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