Party Time in Purgatory

It's party time in purgatory.
The gang's all here.
Alice drove his mini cooper.
Look!
There's Richard Gere.

Marilyn's older brother Chuck?
He showed up uninvited.
But he's a senior member;
keeps the psychopaths united.

Rockin' out to Purgatory's
Band of All-Stars.
Jim Morrison on vocals.
Jimi Hendrix on guitars.

Bonzo's got the drums.
Guest on bass is Tony Levin.
They just played some place in outer space called Heaven. 

But heaven kicked 'em out.
Wouldn't let 'em back in.
They said the place was dead.
Rolled the sidewalks up at ten.

Our host looks like Chris Angel.
He's always center staging.
The ladies think he's handsome,
charming and engaging.

The center of attention
with his custom red suits.
I wonder where in hell he got
those cloven hooved boots?

At times it's hard to cope.
This place is hope intensive.
The beer's too hot.
The girl's too cold.
The dope's way too expensive.

The women, they all look good
but you can't get no where near.
In the great down under
the guys have all turned queer.

That's the way they fall
when you're on the Devil's turf.
No Monday Night Football.
No early morning surf.