The Gates of Purgatory        (C) 1990 N.Thomas / D.Turner        Beggars and thieves        Bring me to my knees        A hangman obtruse        Will open his noose        Unholy denial        This death without trial        On trapdoor and hinge        I will suffer my sins unto thee        You ask me to believe        But to me its just not real        You ask me to believe        But I can never really feel        The way you tell me that I should        And I have paid all that I could        Penniless and broke        With a rosary that chokes        Tightly 'round my neck        A sad and sorry wreck        That I have now become        Naked in the sun        Naked in the face        Of the selfish human race        This Selfish human race