St. Peter Here I Come. (Queenie, I'm Sorry)
Don't leave me alone, I'm gunna hurt myself.
Pills and bottles and drugs on the shelf.
Skeletons in closets, bunnies under rugs, they have an army over-seas.
Somewhere between the queers and the Jews they plan their attacks.
Sobriety is a soul thing of the past.
So tell my mother this is not her fault.
I'll be seeing the angels that surrounded dad.
Pills and bottles and drugs on the shelf.
Skeletons in closets, bunnies under rugs, they have an army over-seas.
Somewhere between the queers and the Jews they plan their attacks.
Sobriety is a soul thing of the past.
So tell my mother this is not her fault.
I'll be seeing the angels that surrounded dad.