The Gong

Saturday's the Sunday to Sunday 

if Sunday was Monday.

Please friend, sit - have whiskey,

just a little whiskey. Not a lot.

Too much will damn you

and it is with you I must share a thought.

What did he think before he fell?

Listen to the insanity

to you I must tell.

Saturday is the Sunday to Sunday

if Sunday was Hell.

Sip just once more

and listen again

closer this time

than we've ever been.

Do you like Hell my friend?

Given it a thought?

I must give you warning

I hear it's quite hot.

But please have some whiskey,

just another shot.

I'm beginning to think

Satan will like you a lot. 

Sunday moves slow

not much to be done

it's in Hell that I think 

we'll have some true fun.

So finish the bottle

smoke the whole pack

Hell hasn't such things

and there's no coming back.

Sunday is slow.

The white light of the righteous

rings the solemn bell

but really you should imagine

the huge gong hung in Hell.

The bell strikes for Christ

the first nice guy forgotten

something deep in the tomb

has begun to smell rotten.

Whiskey's got my mind twisted

be led not astray,

Saturday is the Sunday to Sunday

if Sunday was just a day.