Pitchfork Pete Lyrics by The Great Sabatini in Dog Years Album.
Pitchfork Pete Lyric
Ex con, you still live at your mom's, worship satan sing your heretic songs,
corpse paint on a pale morning,
overcast and your soul is grey,
taking pictures in the woods is evil
your idea of a perfect sunday,
gonna find you a sick lil' lady,
she's gonna make your bed like a grave,
post an ad in the dirty back pages,
gonna find you a grim lil' slave,
blood thirsty get a ritual going,
prowl yer neighbors by the light of the moon,
jerking off at the mausoleum,
morning star in the sky too soon.
