Port Angeles

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