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Hey St. Peter
Choirboys
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Ha-ah-ah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Morning was cold and lonely
City lights cold and grey
The sun arose, trying to smile
Gave it all away
A honky-tonk called a stranger
The stranger couldn't pay the bill
Made a stand, raised his hand
Sang a song with no time to kill
I said, "Hey, hey St. Peter"
(Yeah, yeah)
"I've got a tale to tell
I've just been down to New York town"
(Yeah, yeah)
"It really feels like hell
It really feels like hell"
Philly was out of fashion
Manhattan was years ago
Yesterday he wasted time
Money was kind of slow
Billy had friends of glory
Billy had friends of fame
He took a chance, raised his hand
Sang a song, now he's back in the game
I said, "Hey, hey St. Peter
Before you ring your bell
I've just been down to New York town
It really feels like hell
It really feels like hell
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It really feels like hell"
Yeah, yeah
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I got a taste of
Hell ain't a bad place to be
Hell ain't a bad place to be
Hell ain't a bad place to be
No, no, no
I said, "Hey, hey St. Peter
Before you ring your bell
I've just been down to New York town
It really feels like hell
It really feels like hell"
Hey, hey, hey St. Peter
Hey, hey, hey St. Peter
Hey, hey, hey St. Peter
It really feels like hell (Hell)
It really feels like hell (Hell)
It really feels like
Hell
Oh, that was so good!
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