| It’s New Year’s Eve at the gates of hell
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| Give the Antichrist a cigarette
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| And tell him the boys are here all the way from Oklahoma
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| Oh Lord, what the hell is that aroma?
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| It’s Jimmy Perkins and the other sons-of-bitches
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| Who ripped off musicians and they stole their riches
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| They’re burning over yonder with the Fox News whores
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| And, oh look, is that the singer for The Doors?
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| Nope, my mistake 'cause no matter what they did
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| Poets deserve to be in heaven; |
| and by the way, kid
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| Why am I here when I wasn’t that bad?
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| I just didn’t like churches but I never wore plaid
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| Now I know I’m funky and strip bar dirty
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| And I like a Les Paul through a Vox AC30
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| There’s something 'bout a lipstick pickup
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| Plugged right into a Blond Tremolux
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| I guess I deserve to be burned alive
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| Since I pawned my '59 ES 335
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| And sure I drank a lot of gin and tonic
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| But I never threw away my Panasonic
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| I kept that turntable through my divorce
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| Playing Neil Young and Crazy Horse
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| Drunk out of my mind singing «Tonight's The Night»
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| It was as lethal on vinyl as China White
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| Now maybe one time I used an Ouija board
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| And I never learned to make a B-flat chord
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| So I got a double-headed snake tattoo
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| I love Tao Te Ching by Lao Tsu
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| The action and the motion of a roulette wheel
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| And a woman walking away in a pair of high heels
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| Now once I drew to an inside straight flush
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| And I wished I could sing like Otis Rush
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| The truth of the matter is I really can’t sing
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| But I can quote Martin Luther King
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| His words are stronger than angel dust is
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| «The arc of the moral universe is long but it bends towards justice»
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| Now back to New Year’s Eve at the gates of hell
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| It’s kinda like the Beverly Hills Hotel
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| If you can get a table next to the fire
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| A sign says «Jacket and tie required»
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| The devil is bad and God of course is good
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| But there’s one thing I never understood:
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| God throws us down in hell for all our sins
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| Burning in a fire and it never ends
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| The decision is made at the highest level
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| Seems Got outsources his work to the devil
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| Like he’s an employee on the vice squad
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| Appears like the devil is working for God
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| I can’t believe I said that
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| I’m losing it
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| Did I mention Jimmy Perkins is a lying son of a bitch?
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| Oh, that’s good |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Year's Eve at the Gates of Hell , by - Ray Wylie Hubbard. Song from the album The Grifter's Hymnal, in the genre Кантри