Lyrics The Pretty Things

The Pretty Things

Judgement Day

What you gonna do on judgement day

Time runs out, baby, and you can't stay

Screamin' and cryin', you got to go,

hey St.Peter, won't you open the door

Yes, I'm coming, Yes, I'm coming

Yes, I'm coming, and it's like my time ain't long

When I die you can bury me dead,

the tombstone-women set my face and head,

Fold my arms across my chest,

And tell my friends that I'm gone to rest

Yes, I'm coming, Yes, I'm coming

Yes, I'm coming, and I know my time ain't long

Now, when I'm dead, drafted in my grave

You gonna be sorry that you treat me like a slave

And there's no one to take my place

And you gonna cry your blues away

Yes, I'm coming, Yes, I'm coming

Yes, I'm coming, and it's like my time ain't long