The morning was cold and lonely The sun arose trying to smile The honky-tonk called a stranger The stranger couldn't pay the bill Made a stand, raised his hand Sang a song, no time to kill
I said, Hey, hey, hey, St. Peter I've just been down in New York town It really feels like hell It really feels like hell
Billy had friends of glory Billy was a friend of fame Took a chance, raised his hand Sang a song, now he's back in the game
Before you ring your bell Just been down in New York town
I said, Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter It really feels like hell It really feels like hell It really feels like hell More from Flash And The Pan