Greasing The Guards Palm
Somethings gone wrongI'm no longer on solid ground
Feels like I'm floating
Up ahead I see some gates
People are walking towards them
I'd better check this out
Maybe they can help me
Finally, I'm in front, my turn
There's a guard with wings
Another guy is on a pedestal
Going through, a phone book?
Sometimes he's smilin'
Other times he's very solemn
Tellin' people to enter or go away
Well I got an angle if he shoo's me
I'll grease the guards palm
I've got a couple of grand in my pocket
Now the pompous guy with the book
Asks me my name, so I give it
I also tell him that my number is unlisted
So he gonna find it in there
Unfortunately, I'm right
For the first time in my miserable life
Then I look over and the guard is gone
An escort walks me over to an escalator
A very long express line
That's when it hits me, I'm goin' to hell
I froze, Oh God, I am helped on
I turned and asked the escort a question
Wwwhat's downnn there?
He replied, I don't know, I've never been there
Thank God, I never have to find out
Suddenly, I couldn't swallow or breathe
Then it got very dark and my escort was gone
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