Down by the gates of hell
there's a sign that says "no loitering"
that sign attracts quite a crowd
the beer in that neighborhood is cold
and the reefer is strong
you may as well enjoy the ride as you go down

a lot of money changes hands
they barely remember who sold what and don't care
paper burns easy near those gates
get in on the action while you wait

primitive angels crawling in the shadow of our own light, primitive angels

up the stairs to the white light
they're lining up early tonight
they've got their papers in order
lawyers at their side, everything set right
St. Peter ain't buying
he's heard every story a thousand times

primitive angels crawling in the shadow of our own light, primitive angels

at the moment of decision, when it's time to make a choice
you can't count on intuition, or listen to your inner voice
because the devil gets the last word
and he knows how to make a big noise

primitive angels crawling in the shadow of our own light, primitive angels

©2010 Fred Gillen Jr./ Fuel For The Revolution Music (B.M.I.)

Posted Thursday, February 25th 2010