Lick your 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 dust Be sure to leave your underpants With someone you can trust. And the hard-headed social worker who bathes his hands in blood Will 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, I thank you all for that.
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