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 you're out.

We were waiting for peter the wheeler

He comes in the morning when were fast asleep.

Gives us a trip that's 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.