New Year’s Eve At The Gates Of Hell Ray Wylie Hubbard

[Verse 1]
It's New Year's Eve at the gates of hell
Give the Antichrist a cigarette
And tell him the boys are here all the way from Oklahoma
Oh Lord, what the hell is that aroma?
It's Jimmy Perkins and the other sons-of-bitches
Who ripped off musicians and they stole their riches
They're burning over yonder with the Fox News whores
And, oh look, is that the singer for The Doors?
Nope, my mistake 'cause no matter what they did
Poets deserve to be in heaven; and by the way, kid
Why am I here when I wasn't that bad?
I just didn't like churches but I never wore plaid

[Verse 2]
Now I know I'm funky and strip bar dirty
And I like a Les Paul through a Vox AC30
There's something 'bout a lipstick pickup
Plugged right into a Blond Tremolux
I guess I deserve to be burned alive
Since I pawned my '59 ES 335
And sure I drank a lot of gin and tonic
But I never threw away my Panasonic
I kept that turntable through my divorce
Playing Neil Young and Crazy Horse
Drunk out of my mind singing "Tonight's The Night"
It was as lethal on vinyl as China White