Port Angeles - Flop

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