So Saint Peter don’t you worry man we’re already saved
Take the day off it’s on me
And lady Bacchus please be brave
don’t spill your wine upon my grave
We could stay in bed all day pull up the covers up and sing
Please don’t wake the world up it’ll just tell us we’re wrong
Let’s let it sleep and keep doing whatever the fuck we want
And the palm reader's face looks shocked
She could have never predicted us
So let my waves crash upon your rocks
until the edges become soft
So Saint Andrew keep me sane
don’t pour your scotch upon my grave
We can stagger through the rain raise our voices up and sing
And the ringmaster is smiling the whole tent breaks into a roar
We are freaks but we are strong we have found where we belong
So my darling please be brave walk hand in hand into the grave
We’ll go dancing in the rain raise our voices up again
