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           Gm
In the middle of hell
          Bb           
lies a little St. Peter
       Eb
in a hospital bed
    Bb       D Dm
burning up

            Gm
With a cloth to his head
        Bb
he is ridden by fever
            Eb
and I can't even tell 
                              Bb                         D
whether the demons have won

                Cm                         F                         Gm
And his mother is there with his brother tied to her  
Back
Eb                        Bb                 Fm              Bb
praying as hard as she can to a god in a land that I 
                 D
think he forgot

In the middle of hell
where death by mosquito
is as everyday as my coffee or your cigarette

                       Gm
And she says God bless me
                 D
she says God bless me
                 Bb
and I shake my head
                         Eb                                       D
cause I can't see God in this hospital bed

               Gm
She says God bless me
               D
she says God bless me
          Bb
and I look away
                        Eb                             Dm
but as she lets go of my hand for the first time in this place
               Gm
I pray
     D
Amen
    Bb     Eb        D
Amen

I got plenty to give
but there's nothing to offer
and the little I brought
comes far too late

But I urge him to leave
with a bottle of water
he is 7 years old
sleeping outside pearly gates

And his mother looks at me with eyes I will never let go
they are angry and sad beyond measure and mad with a child-bearing love that 
I know

In the middle of hell
we just sit with each other
on a hospital bed
begging for death to go home

And she says God bless me
she says God bless me
and I shake my head
cause I can't see God in this hospital bed

She says God bless me
she says God bless me
and I look away
but as she lets go of my hand for the first time in this place

I pray
Amen
Amen

In the middle of hell
lies a little St. Peter
in a hospital bed
burning up