The penultimate song number 13. Lucky for some? I chose to hedge my bets by writing a song about purgatory: the other other place. All I know is that it's a halfway house between heaven and hell. Being none the wiser, I took this opportunity to make the rest of it up.
Purgatory
I'm not a saint, I'm not a sinner,
I'm not a loser, but I'm not much of a winner.
A bit of shame, a little pride,
Sometimes pain, sometimes glory.
Mostly honest, with the occasional lie,
Mostly modest, but when I die,
I've got no one else to blame,
When I end up in Purgatory.
I'm going to Purgatory,
Good enough for how much I care.
It won't be decked in gold, but it won't be hot or cold,
Probably going to see you there.
I'm going to Purgatory,
Good enough for how much I care
Purgatory,
I'll see you there.
Too good for hell, too bad for heaven,
On most ratings out of ten, I score about a seven.
I don't need crowns or angel choirs,
I don't need brimstone and I don't need fire.
I don't commit all of the seven deadly sins,
But then I can only name about five,
And I don't often go to mass but then,
At least I've been baptized.
I'm going to Purgatory,
But I'm not quite sure where to find it.
If heaven is up and hell is down,
I guess Purgatory's the side bit.
Purgatory,
Though I'm not quite sure who's in charge there.
If God's running heaven and Satan's in hell,
I guess Purgatory's more laissez-faire.
Purgatory,
Good enough for how much I care.
Purgatory,
I think we might already be there.
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