Whatever happens in your way St Pete's skies won't stop to rain When someday you disappear Noone cares if you were ever here But you can count on me
Begining, end or in the middle The angel never leaves his needle Oh, nevermind this bunch of clowns They're only here to put you down But you can count on me
I'll be around Looking out from every cloud Suspicious loyalty Without a doubt
Before we stop talking in riddles I gonna get you out of your tomb I'm back into a pregnant tummy And the room's enough for two