Peter the Dealer

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

We were waiting for peter, the blower

He comes in when were fixing snow on rock

Gives us orange juice laced with sunshine and spring

And takes a heart each from us to give to the world

We count the memories that are lost 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

Throw it in the ocean when you go

We were waiting for peter, the weaver

He comes in a flash when we're wide awake

Says the world can't give us answers

Cause its stuttering in its mind

Takes a head each off us to give us some peace

We count the lights in the universe and tell each other

Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time