Gates of Heaven

(One two three four...wait, that was too fast.)

One man, one man without a gun
Lonely...one man who stood alone
His name was Jesus, named after
A man who hung on a cross
He is not a man of consequence
Jesus did not have a prayer
For he was pitted against the sort of folks
That are not the sort of folks
Who are the sort who care

One man, one man without a gun
Lonely...one man who had no one
Dying, he died a William Holden death
Drunken, liquor upon his dying breath
His blood flowed, his mighty rivers flow
But he did not suffer any pain

His final act was to not act at all
The nectar had muddled his brain

One man, one man without a gun
Lonely...one man who stood alone
All dressed up with no place special to go
As he stands and knocks at the gates of heaven
The lord he was out
The gates were all locked up
A sign hung on the gate
Said the lord would return at seven

One man, one man without a gun
Lonely... one man who stood alone
One man, one man without a gun
Lonely... one man without anyone