The Preacherman

One day I was in Manchester, quite close to Albert Square,
I listened to a preacherman, with people gathered there.
'Repent', he said, 'Confess your sins because the end is near'.
'He's right', I thought, then off I went and had a glass of beer.

I went to bed and woke up in the middle of the night.
That preacherman, I thought.....maybe he could be right.
I'll go to church next Sunday and confess my every sin,
'Cause if there is a heaven then, believe me, I want in.

Next Sunday came, the weather 'twas the nicest day by far.
Such a shame to waste it, so I went and washed the car.
I'll go the Sunday after, His forgiveness I will seek,
I'm sure the Lord Almighty will wait another week!

Next Sunday came, I did some work that simply 'could not wait'
The Sunday after, just the same, so was I tempting fate?
Always something else to do, so Sundays came and went.
And, sad to say, I must admit, were always badly spent.

This went on for weeks and months, and finally a year.
I forgot about the preacherman, and lost my sense of fear.
But one day I was out walking when there came a mighty wind,
It filled me with such terror, I remembered I had sinned.

A great big tree came crashing down, it hit me on the head.
I floated ever upwards, and I realised I was dead.
I thought about the preacherman, 'Oh dear, is it too late?'
'Indeed it is', said Peter, as he firmly shut the gate.

Immediately I fell backwards and I thought, 'Oh gosh, what's this?'
As I hurtled ever downwards, down towards a great abyss.
To my horror I could see the leaping flames were lit.
'Oh help me, someone save me from the awful fiery pit'.

Then bump, I found I'd landed.....upon the bedroom floor,
With great relief I realised 'twas a nightmare, nothing more.
Did I go to church next Sunday, did I do as I was bid?
Ladies, gents and childrenfolk - you bet your life I did...