The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a 45
Nobody cared, nobody cried
Don't that make you feel sad?
Peter Grant combed his hair in sand
For the police
Policemen came to Peter's name
God may he rest in peace
No one saw the nervous side of the body
Nobody knew the problem with my God
Suicide
Yeah, mama
The body remains unidentified
Forgotten in a file
Like the letter that was blown aside
Don't that make you wanna smile?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's not a little wild
It's not a little wild
For the suicide
Come on now
Yeah, mama
Yeah, mama
Yeah, mama
Yeah, mama
Yeah, mama
Yeah, mama
There's a P-E-R-A-T-C-E
Yeah, mama
The big outta






The P-E-R-A-T-C-E
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No one was really sad as that
About number 81
The autopsy proved that Peter lied
But no one was really sad as that
But they never found the gun
No one saw the north side of the valley
Nobody knew the problem with my guy
Suicide
The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a 45
Nobody cared, nobody cried
Don't let me go
What a bummer
Destroyed
Destroyed
Destroyed
Destroyed
Destroyed
Destroyed
Destroyed
Destroyed
Destroyed
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This is his own song on me.
This is his song called
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.