Call me Daniel, Call me the plumber,n'Cause I've got so much shit to deal with-nMostly other peoples.nI like recognition, I have premonitions about the up above-nDon't worry they don't come often.nnI saw St Peter yesterday.nnAnd my shoes have moral ethics, they think I'm pathetic.nI refuse to move; for passesngers though old are not done standing,nStanding up for all that they believe in, so they can stand for me.nnI saw St Peter yesterday,nI saw St Peter yesterday.nnYou can call it baseless, you can call it tasteless,nI want an artic wasteland, nWith dirty penguins by me, always asking why wenNever know a value until it's gone away.nnI saw St Peter yesterday,nI saw St Peter yesterday.nI thought I'd turn and walk away,nI thought it'd be rude of me to stay.nnBut he pulled me to a cloud and kissed me with his tongue,nI said how can I have love after all that I've done.nHe said you die in the dirt, but you live in the sunnHow cam I give you hell it is where you've come fromnYou die in the dirt but you live in the sun...nnI asked him stupid questions, nAbout abortion and politics and forrestry.nHe said he loved me.nnI saw St Peter yesterday,nI saw St Peter yesterday.nI thought I'd turn and walk away,nI thought it'd be rude of me to stay.nnn