Harps & Angels

Hasn't anyody seen me latelyI'll tell you whyHasn't anybody seen me latelyI'll tell you whyI caught something made me so sickThat I thought that I would dieAnd I almost did tooFirst me knees begin to trembleMy heart begin to poundFirst my knees begin to trembleMy heart begin to poundIt was arrhythmic and out of tuneI lost my equilibriumAnd fell face down upon the groundAs I lay there on that cold pavementA tear ran down my face'Cause I thought I was dyingYou boys know I'm not a religious manBut I sent a prayer out just in caseYou never knowLo and behold almost immediatelyI had reason to believe my prayer hadBeen heard in a very special place'Cause I heard this soundOooohYesOoohYes, it was harps and angelsHarps and angels coming nearI was to sick to roll over and see themBut I could hear them singin ever so beautifullyIn my earThen the sound began to subsideAnd they sounded like background singersAnd a voice come down from the heavens aboveIt was a voice full of anger from the Old TestamentAnd a voice full of love from the New OneAnd the street lit upLike it was the middle of the dayAnd I lay there quiet and listened to what thatVoice had to sayHe said, "You ain't ben a good manYou ain't been a bad manBut you've been pretty badLucky for you this ain't your timeSomeone very dear to me has made anotherClerical errorAnd we're here on a bit of a wild goose chaseBut I want to tell you a few thingsThat'll hold you in good steadWhen it is your timeSo you better listen closeI'm only going to say this onceWhen they lay you on the tableBetter keep your bussines clean'Fore they lay you on the tableBetter keep your business cleanDon't want no back stabbing, ass grabbingYou know exactly what I meanAlright girls - we're outta here"Ooooh"Encore. Encore."Ooooh(He spoke French)"Tres bienEncore"And off they went into the nightAlmost immediately I felt betterAnd I come round to see you boys'Cause you know we ain't living rightAnd while it was freshI wanted to tell you what he told meHe said, "When the lay you on the tableBetter keep your business cleanWhen they lay you on the tableBetter keep your business cleanElse there won't be no harps and angelsComing for youIt'll be trombones, kettle drums, pitchforks,And tambourines."Sing it like they did for me one timeOoooh - yesOoooh - beautifulWish I spoke FrenchSo actually the main thing aboutThis story is for meThere really is an afterlifeAnd I hope to see all of you thereLet's go get a drink