Judgement Day - The Pretty Things

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