8.The Gates
Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray
Woman goes to heaven, it's not important when
'Cause as soon as she arrives God has to send her down again
â½You've got an extra five years to clean up after menâ
â½I mean no disrespect God, but you better make it tenâ
Well if heaven's an improvement I won't mind the extra squeeze
I've got a few more birds down there, after losing bees
Trying to lose their bees
So don't be shocked who queue-jumps
Or who just calmly waits
A certain type of behavior
The guest list just creates
No time for lively discussion
No time for televised debates
The well-meaning soon become well meant
It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates
Alcoholic finds himself outside the pearly gates
I've only got one worry God, a few outstanding slates
Any tab you used to have been passed to so called mates
And after they've paid-up they're off to the land of empty
crates
Heaven is a glass, neither half empty nor half full
So do us all a favor God and give that thing a pull
Give that thing a pull
So don't be shocked who queue-jumps
Or who just calmly waits
A certain type of behavior
The guest list just creates
No time for lively discussion
No time for televised debates
The well-meaning soon become the well meant
It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates
Model turns up hours late, he had to get it right
If you're gonna look cool in heaven wear something more than
white
Vanity's close to arrogance, just slightly more polite
Fashion show a jumble sale at a slightly different height
At a slightly different height
So don't be shocked who queue-jumps
Or who just calmly waits
A certain type of behavior
The guest list just creates
No time for lively discussion
No time for televised debates
The well-meaning soon become the well meant
It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates
The gates, the gates
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