Testo St. Peter

Set out to name
All the unborn children the clinic claimed
Lending my hand to St. Peter
To help him sought them out at the pearly gates

And I don't know what it's like
But I'll make a good guess
I'll bet it's fields of flowers, tree forts, sleepovers and swing sets
And if you had been born
I would've been such a good dad
Would've never raised my voice
Would've never raised my hand

And on your wedding day
I would've stood so proud
But she gave you to God
And I'm stuck here in hell

Oh maybe it's better this way
No more suffering and pain
Oh maybe it's better this way
No more suffering and pain