Heaven or Hell
Heaven or Hell
Heaven or Hell
Heaven or Hell
No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
They will just say, who are you?
Is that a question or not?
And you see that the plot
Is predictable, not new
But just how stunned at the things you will do
No, no use in taking their time
Or in wasting two dimes
On a call to God knows who
When all you feel is the rain
And it's hard to evade
When no person looks at you
So just be gracious and wait in the queue
So when do I get to sing my way?
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?
When do I get to sing my way?
In Heaven or Hell?
So when do I get to do it my way?
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt?
When do I get to sing my way?
In Heaven or Hell?
Yes, it's a tradition they say
Like a bright Christmas day
And traditions must go on
And though I say, yes I see
No, I really don't see
Cause my smiley face still long
Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn
So when do I get to sing my way?
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?
When do I get to sing my way?
In Heaven or Hell?
So when do I get to do it my way?
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt?
When do I get to sing my way?
In Heaven or Hell?
Yes, it's a tradition they say


When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt?
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.