We were waiting for peter, the dealer
He comes in the evening when were fussing in bed
He says, "good morning, heres your breakfast"
And give us plates of stone
Take a pinta blood each from us to give to the poor
We count the windows in the cities and tell each other
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time
Our minds are objects of constipation
Our bodies are subject to dissipation
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it in the cupboard when youre out
We were waiting for peter, the wheeler
He comes in the morning when were fast asleep
Gives us a trip thats spending hundred years in a day
And takes a bone each from us to give to the dogs
We count the wrinkles on the globe and tell each other
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time
Our minds are objects of constipation
Our bodies are subject to dissipation
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it on the shelf when you rap
He comes in the evening when were fussing in bed
He says, "good morning, heres your breakfast"
And give us plates of stone
Take a pinta blood each from us to give to the poor
We count the windows in the cities and tell each other
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time
Our minds are objects of constipation
Our bodies are subject to dissipation
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it in the cupboard when youre out
We were waiting for peter, the wheeler
He comes in the morning when were fast asleep
Gives us a trip thats spending hundred years in a day
And takes a bone each from us to give to the dogs
We count the wrinkles on the globe and tell each other
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time
Our minds are objects of constipation
Our bodies are subject to dissipation
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it on the shelf when you rap
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