Recurring dream, I’m at the gates
Only, wearing roller skates
And the floor inside is all white sand
Where hefe grand is being fanned

Members lined in golf attire
Too-soon youth compose the choir
I see the great book looming near
My name left out, why am I here?

They flip the lights and take a seat
With scowls that say they have me beat
Croaked ‘fore I could make a deal
They flip the bird, and then the reel

The life I’ve had, the good and bad
Quite pornographic, I might add
They scoff and spit, chew stir-sticks
Angels have seen better flicks

End their frights, I hit the lights
Angels have seen sadder sights
I gather up out toward the door
Catch the lift to basement floor

The undertaker preps my throne
Skating through, who would have known?
My life reads like a crappy poem
And Heaven’s just a nursing home