St. Peter Songtext
von Paper Mache

Set out to name
All the unborn children the clinic claimed
Lended my hand to Saint Peter
To help him sort them out at the pearly gates
And I don′t know what it's like
But I′ll make a good guess
I bet it's fields of flowers
Tree forts, sleepovers and swing sets


And if you had been born
I would have been such a good dad
Would have never raised my voice
Would have never raised my hand
And on your wedding day
I would have stood so proud
But she gave you to God
And I'm stuck here in hell

Oh maybe it′s better this way
No more suffering and pain
Oh maybe it′s better this way
No more suffering and pain