Peter Peter Peter and the gun
Peter Peter Peter and the gun
Peter Peter Peter and the gun
Peter Peter Peter and the gun
In olden days you spent your lives biding by the book
You sent for me with a song on your mind,
Dustin the idiot choir boy
You said to me dear Father
Son and Holy Ghost
Kissed the cross on your chest
and looked to the sky
Oh Dustin the idiot choir boy
Dustin the idiot choir
I was searching for my house on the internet
I was taken into the night
He's somewhere in the hills
Or somewhere in the house
Peter Peter Peter and the gun
Peter Peter Peter and the gun
Peter Peter Peter and the gun
In five years time we'll think back
We'll remember him
Blood runs cold,
our hearts will strain
Riding round the bends
Dustin the idiot
Dustin the idiot
Dustin the idiot choir
I was searching for my house on the internet
I was taken into the night
He's somewhere in the hills
Or somewhere in the house
I think he's got a knife
He's somewhere in the hills
Or somewhere in the house
Hey Lord don't ask me questions
I think he's got a knife
Somewhere in the hills
He's all around the world
La la la la la x4
Peter Peter Peter and the gun
Peter Peter Peter and the gun
La la la la la x4