Tom: Gm
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In the middle of hell
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lies a little St. Peter
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in a hospital bed
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burning up
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With a cloth to his head
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he is ridden by fever
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and I can't even tell
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whether the demons have won
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And his mother is there with his brother tied to her
Back
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praying as hard as she can to a god in a land that I
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think he forgot
In the middle of hell
where death by mosquito
is as everyday as my coffee or your cigarette
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And she says God bless me
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she says God bless me
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and I shake my head
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cause I can't see God in this hospital bed
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She says God bless me
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she says God bless me
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and I look away
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but as she lets go of my hand for the first time in this place
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I pray
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Amen
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Amen
