Every Day (Gates of Hell)

By Dan Bern

Transcribed Jeff


G                                                        C
Gay men don't develop prostate cancer
           G                                               D
With anything like the frequency straight men do
G                                                                C
I would have thought that Italy would have been
G                                                 D
The last country to fall to the fascists
G                                            C
Today I'd like to go to the gates of town
   G                           D
And kick around a football
    G                                                 C
But I'm already to contracted to entertain
        G                                                              
D
The King and his friends in the Garden of Eden

Em                                           C
Every day I sail through the gates of hell
         G                                                D
Every day I spend a penny at the wishing well
          Em                       C
Every day I ride on angels' wings
          G                                   D
Every day I take what my mama brings
         Em                                                          C
Every day I spend my dough to keep the gas tank full
          G                                        D
Every day I buy flowers for my funeral
          Em                                               C
Every day I miss the apple and kill William Tell
          G                                        D
Every day I ride through the gates of hell

Once a month you cry for one more egg unfertilized
Once a month you cry over blood that is no child
But let me take your blood and paint a picture on the wall
A picture of your terrible beauty

Every day I sail through the gates of hell
Every day I spend a penny at the wishing well
Every day I ride on angels' wings
Every day I take what my mama brings
Every day I spend my dough to keep the gas tank full
Every day I buy flowers for my funeral
Every day I miss the apple and kill William Tell
Every day I ride through the gates of hell

I dreamed...I dreamed you married my best friend
There was nothing to do but wish you well
Today I spent a day
In a castle on a hill
Maybe someday all of us can live there

Every day I sail through the gates of hell
Every day I spend a penny at the wishing well
Every day I ride on angels' wings
Every day I take what my mama brings
Every day I spend my dough to keep the gas tank full
Every day I buy flowers for my funeral
Every day I miss the apple and kill William Tell
Every day I ride through the gates of hell