God Saint Peter And The Guardian Angel - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

Kids are playing gangster wars

They don’t believe in Santa Claus

The baseball bats are soft of course

The blood is just tomato sauce

As icebergs go, it’s just the tip

The start of the apprenticeship

A short, sharp Glasgow, kiss me quick

Karate chop and Kung fu kick

And in the wings the grannies wait

Doing things that grannies hate

Queuing to accumulate

A pittance from the welfare state

Then back home on a forty four

Put the chain on, lock the door

Cross another five bar gate

Sit and wait

Don’t open the door don’t talk to strangers

You’ve not met before

Your guardian angel will watch over you

If your guardian angel has got nothing to do

In space no one can hear you scream

Because no one’s really listening

Saint Peter’s got his gates to clean

And God’s too busy saving queens

To ever get down off the fence

And give the meek their inheritance

So it’s only common sense

To get yourself some self-defense

Don’t open the door don’t talk to strangers

You’ve not met before

Your guardian angel will watch over you

If your guardian angel has got nothing to do

Don’t open the door don’t talk to strangers

You’ve not met before

Your guardian angel will watch over you

If your guardian angel has got nothing to do

And so we leave this nursery rhyme

This grizzly gruesome pantomime

From the cradle to a life of crime and back again

And now it’s time to say goodbye