Heavens Gate

Here I am knocking on heavens gate,
Looking for the bell, I hope I’m not late,
I hope this is heaven, and not hell,
I’m looking or St Peter, so I can tell.

That I got delayed looking for a fix,
Then there was that pile up on the M6,
Too much tragedy, too many dead,
Bodies separated from their head.

A giant jig-saw of body parts,
We’ve one thing in common, we all have hearts,
A queue is forming of moving dead,
Shuffling forward, looking for heavens bed.

All I did was overdose,
Bad stuff, bad shit, I should roast,
Not standing here knocking on this gate,
If that was life, its life I hate!