Take this ring

Put it on your finger

When you get to heaven

You'll go right in

But one thing, just one little thing

You're not dead, you're still mine

Clap your hands, clap one last time

Stomp your wooden leg on floors of concrete

The bells are tolling

They're ringing you in

And come to my side of your Gate

Come to my side of your Gate there

Rise up and call yourself a man

Enough is enough

You speak lies, I speak the truth

If you have some last words before you go

Save them for when you go down to see your father

Clap your hands, clap one last time

Stomp your wooden leg on floors of concrete

The bells are tolling

They're ringing you in

And come to my side of your Gate