I don't mean to distance myself.
I don't mean to seem aloof.
I'm not demanding perfection.
I'm not demanding proof.
But when I approach those pearly gates,
When that glorious day begins,
I'm going to deny that I knew you,
I'm going to deny we were friends.
You see I need Heaven
For I need a place to dwell,
And if St. Peter knows I knew you
I just might end up in hell.
Now this doesn't mean I don't love you.
It does not mean I'm untrue.
It just means that if St. Peter should ask,
My answer might happen to be, "who?"
My loves have non-christian friends,
They live their lives quite free.
But if your a non-christian buddy,
Your an acquaintance to me.
I wish you well my brother.
May you avoid hunger and thirst.
And won't you please put in a good word for me
If you should meet St. Peter first?
