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