St. Peter Has No Place Calling Me A Traitor, He's Just Working The Night Shift

Oh, through all the mud and the muck we marched
Onward forever through all the rust and the luck
How can I forget to say my prayers at the end of the night
It's easier when you're drunk and alone and getting tired
I can't promise you anything, I think it's much too late
Why don't you try and keep all these lions at bay
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Working my way through the rings of fire until I find an exit
From this hell where everyone begs me to take them away
But I am just visiting the darker corners of the night
And you were there to guide me towards the blinding light
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There's smoke in the apartment, building up into clouds
While I lay on the ground and stare at vaulted ceilings
Imagining life while you held my head underwater
Drowning like any man has drowned for a thousand years
Holding my breath until I could see angels singing grace
But I was expecting too much when I found the gates
And there wasn't a saint there who could pronounce my name
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Then I woke up, and I wasn't as dead as I had imagined
Stranded out in the sunlight, cursing the day for being so obnoxious
Startled by any loud noise that ricocheted in my head
Crashing upon my ear drums like nails in my bed
But you never raised your voice, you never left me alone
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Somewhere in the night before, I thought I'd found god
Or maybe just a sense of betterment that I hadn't yet discovered
But those were all just dreams that every man has
When he hasn't found a way out of the maze just yet
Perhaps these are the nights I'd just as soon forget