The morning was
Cold and lonely
City lights
Old and grey
The sun arose trying
To smile
Gave it all away
The honky-tonk
Called a stranger
The stranger couldn't
Pay the bill
Made a stand
Raised his hand
Sang a song
No time to kill
I said Hey
Hey St. Peter
I've got a tale
To tell
I've just been
Down in
New York town
It really feels
like hell
It really feels
like hell
Billy was out
Of fashion
Manhattan was
Years ago
Yesterday
He wasted time
Money was
kin d of slow
Billy had friends
Of glory
Billy was a
Friend of fame
Took a chance
Raised his hand
Sang a song
Now he's back
In the game
I said hey
Hey St. Peter
I've got a tale
To tell
I've just been
Down in
New York town
It really feels
like hell
It really feels
like hell
I said
Hey hey hey
St. Peter
Hey hey hey
St. Peter
Hey hey hey
St. Peter
It really feels
like hell
It really feels
like hell
hey St. Peter
Before you ring
Your bell
Just been down
In New York town
Done my time
In hell
Done my time
In hell
I said hey hey
Hey St. Peter
Hey hey
Hey St. Peter
Hey hey
Hey St. Peter
It really feels
like hell
It really feels
like hell
It really feels
like hell