Hey St. Peter

Hey St. Peter
The morning was cold and lonely
city lights old and gray
the sun arose and tried to smile
gave it all away
the honky-tonk called the stranger
the stranger couldn't pay the bill
made a stand
raised his hand
sang a song
no time to kill
I said hey st. peter
got a tale to tell
just went down to new york town
it really feels like hell
Billy was out of fashion
manhattan was years ago
yesterday
wasted time
money was kind'a slow
billy had friends of glory
billy was friends with fame
took a chance
raised his hands
sang a song
now he's back in the game
I said hey st. peter
got a tale to tell
just went down to new york town
it really feels like hell
it really feels like
hell
I said hey st. peter
hey st. peter
hey st. peter
it really feels like hell
it really feels like
hell
Break:
Hey st. peter
before you ring your bell
just come down to new york town
done my time in hell
done my time in
hell
I said hey st. peter
hey st. peter
hey st. peter
it really feels like hell
it really feels like hell
it really feels like
hell