I'll see you at the weighing in when your life's
sum-total's made.And you set your wealth in godly deeds
against the sins you've laid.So place your final burden on
your hard-pressed next of kin:Send the chamber pot back down the
line to be filled up again.Take your mind off your election and
try to get it straight.And don't pretend perfection:
you'll be crucified too late.And he'll say you really
should make the deal as he offers round the hat.Well, you'd
better lick your fingers clean, i thank you all for that.And as
you join the good ship earth and you mingle with the dustBe sure
to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.And the
hard-headed social worker who bathes his hands in bloodWill
welcome you with arms held high and cover you with mud.And
he'll say you really should make the deal as he offers
round the hat.Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean,
well. i'll thank you all for that.