St. Peter Songtext
von Ina Wroldsen

In the middle of hell
Lies a little St. Peter
In a hospital bed
Burning up

With a cloth to his head
He is ridden by fever
And I can′t even tell
Whether the demons have won
And his mother is there, with his brother tied to her back
Praying as hard as she can, to a god in a land that I think he forgot

In the middle of hell
Where death by mosquito
Is as every day as my coffee or your cigarette

And she says God bless me
She says God bless me
And I shake my head
'Cause I can′t see God in this hospital bed


But she says God bless me
She says God bless me
And I look away
But as she lets go of my hand for the first time in this place, I pray
Amen
Amen

I got plenty to give
But there's nothing to offer
And the little I brought
Comes farther too late

But I urge him to live
With a bottle of water
He is seven years old
Sleeping outside pearly gates
And his mother looks at me with eyes I will never let go
They are angry and sad beyond measure
And mad with a child-bearing love that I know

In the middle of hell
We just sit with each other
On a hospital bed
Begging for death to go home

And she says God bless me
She says God bless me
And I shake my head
'Cause I can′t see God in this hospital bed


But she says God bless me
She says God bless me
And I look away
But as she lets go of my hand for the first time in this place, I pray
Amen
Amen

In the middle of hell
Lies a little St. Peter
In a hospital bed
Burning up