Port Angeles Lyrics

Port Angeles lyrics

Father tried today to appreciate his son

Follow 103 to the crematorium
where I pay my bills

And climb up to the highest hill

And throw a
part of me away



Satan rose today to annihilate the world

God
bless his little boy heart as he goes and

Falls in love with a pretty
girl

He loves vanity in girls

'Cos it tears them all up inside



In my head life's forever a condition

Find a heart and deliver
it to me

Science is about a quarter superstition

Count me out and
you can have it for free