St. Peter Lyrics

It will be far too late,
when you"re standing at the gate,
waiting,
To see where the axe drops,
where the big wheel stops,
spinning.
And your skin will turn blue,
as you quake in your shoes,
and pray,
that it"s full down there,
or he"s having a good day.

Everything you"ve done will come around,
even when you"re lowered into the ground.
So I just smile because I know where you"ll be found,
because everything you"ve done will come around.
He"ll read from a telegram,
Sent by the big man,
up high.
Of everything you"ve done wrong,
and the list is very long,
you cry;
"Is this going to take all night?
I"ve got some wrongs to make right,
you see."
He"ll say, "We"ve got plenty of time,
you can never leave."
Everything you"ve done will come around,
even when you"re lowered into the ground.
So I just smile because I know where you"ll be found,
because everything you"ve done will come around.

I wish I could be there when St. Peter,
be there when St. Peter shakes his head and says no.