St. Peter

I know what you did. And now he’s waiting. He knows
what you did too. You’re not what you say you are. If you were why was you head down in his car? It’s just
not the same, try and try I’m still the last to know.
You get the sticker and the prize, you let me in — you
showed me how. That honey face complete with
pillow case. It just don’t become you. Did you listen
when he spoke the gospel? You know St. Peter he’s a liar, and you’re a liar. It’s just not the same…