Heaven's Gate

I spent some time at Heaven’s Gate
A place you go when it’s getting late
Sometimes it’s so busy you have to wait
When you get to Heaven’s Gate
Saint Peter wasn’t standing there
With his long grey straggly hair
Gabriel was outa sight
though I could hear his wings a thump’in late that night
The gate was locked with a padlock a’ gold
I tried to pick it, I was bold
But the tumblers resisted my every attempt
I finally gave up, my patience spent
Then I noticed a sign upon the gate
“Dear brothers and sisters you’ll have to wait
We Saints and Angels are on vacation
We need, like you, some relaxation
We’re down in Vegas at the casino
or in a bordello off in Reno
We’re drink’in booze and fucking hookers
shooting pool and playing snookers
Waiting to hear the slots cash out
Smoking cigars till they all burn out
singing, “So rise you deadheads and hear the music
it’s not your time, you don’t get to choose it”
So I ambled back to my wife’s bed
Got a few curly hairs on my head
A taste of heaven on my tongue
Oh how I wish that I were young
then the door swung open wide
I just had to slip inside
Delighting in the Heaven’s Gate
then fell asleep cause it was late
Dreaming of angels and willing virgins
Open gates that needed no urging’
Of butterflies pollinating flowers
I slept on for many hours