Black Peter - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

All of my friends come to see me last night

I was laying in my bed and dying

Annie Beauneau of Saint Angel

"Wel,l the weather down here, so fine"

Just then, the wind

Came squalling through the door

But who can the weather command?

Just want to have

A little peace to die

And a friend or two

I love at hand

Fever roll up to a hundred and five

Roll on up

Gotta roll back down

One more day

I find myself alive

And tomorrow maybe lay beneath the ground

See here, how everything lead up to this day

And it's just like any other day that's ever been

Sun coming up and then the sun, it goes down

Shine through my window and my friends, they come around

Come around

The people may know but the people don't care

How a man could be as poor as me

Just look at poor Peter

Ah, he's lying in pain

And tomorrow maybe they will come and see

Come and see