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#1 Last night as I lay sleeping I died or so it seemed Then I went to heaven But only in my dream Up there St. Peter met me Standing at the Pearly Gates He said, "I must check your record Please stand here and wait" He turned and said "Your record Is covered with terrible flaws On earth I see you rallied To every losing cause I see that you drank alcohol And smoked and did drugs too Fact is, you've done everything A good person should never do We can't have people like you here Your life was full of sin Then he read the last of my record Took my hand and said, "Come in" He led me up to the Big Boss and said "Take him in and treat him well He used to work at Wendy's He's done his time in Hell" This was posted on the wall at my workplace last night; I did not write it |
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