Flop Port Angeles
Father tried today to appreciate his son
Follow 103 to the crematorium where I pay my bills
And climb up to the highest hill
And throw a part of me away
Satan rose today to annihilate the world
God bless his little boy heart as he goes and
Falls in love with a pretty girl
He loves vanity in girls
'Cos it tears them all up inside
In my head life's forever a condition
Find a heart and deliver it to me
Science is about a quarter superstition
Count me out and you can have it for free
