Through The Gates

Well the line is short and your pains are screws

Theres the gate I wont pass through

Im five feet from heaven but Im hanging loose

Out this gate I cant pass through

Well hes peering down the line like I dont belong

By the gate I wont pass through

And the whole wide host has quit singing their songs

Past the gates Im not passing through

Theyve got your soul’s pure chasse and your lidocaine proof

Waiting at the gate thats awaiting you

Gonna make you forget all the pain in you

Soon as they let you through

Well Im pleading my case at the pearly gates

The very gate Im not passing through

But St. Peter aint listenin and its getting pretty late

Ready to get through the gates I cant get through

Hey gods not above hes right down the street

Through the gate I aint passing through

At the corner at Mike’s

Where never a drinker got to

Sipping the water and the whiskey that makes souls new

Well Im a waving and a hollering but he wont hear me

Theres the gates Im not passing through

He points his pinkey and speaks and exiles me

Right down that tunnel that I just came through