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I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was | I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny fella | ||
a funny | |||
The crowd would hoot and holler for more | The crowd would hoot and holler for more | ||
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause | |||
Oh yes I was a comical priest | I wore a drunk's red nose for applause | ||
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your | |||
fleece" | Oh yes, I was a comical priest | ||
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and | |||
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece" | |||
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar | |||
Chorus: | Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint | ||
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, | |||
now I'm dead, now I'm dead | Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar | ||
And I'm going on to meet my reward | |||
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was | |||
He might of never heard God's | ''(Chorus:)'' | ||
So there he was on a | |||
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead | |||
Reading an airport novelette, listening to | |||
Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem" | And I'm going on to meet my reward | ||
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer | |||
the one about my son" | I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared | ||
"I've been wading through all this unbelievable | |||
He might of never heard God's comic | |||
the world to the monkeys" | |||
Chorus | |||
I'm | |||
endless shores | So there he was on a waterbed, drinking a cola of a mystery brand | ||
They say that travel broadens the mind, till you | |||
can't get your head out of doors | Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem" | ||
I'm sitting here on the top of the world | |||
I hang around in the longest night | He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son" | ||
Until each beast has gone bed and then I say | |||
"God bless" and | "I've been wading through all of this unbelievable junk | ||
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe | |||
you beg and you promise | And wondering if I should have given the world to the monkeys" | ||
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus | |||
It's the big white beard I suppose | |||
I'm going up to the | (Repeat Chorus) | ||
I might be gone for a while if you need me | |||
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, | |||
now I'm dead | |||
going on to meet your reward | I'm gonna take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores | ||
Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared? | |||
Are you scared? | They say that travel broadens the mind, till you can't get your head out of doors | ||
I'm sitting here on the top of the world, I hang around in the longest night | |||
Until each beast has gone to bed and then I say "God bless" and put out the light | |||
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe | |||
And you beg and you promise and you bargain and you plead | |||
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus | |||
It's the big white beard, I suppose | |||
I'm going up to the Pole, where you folks die of cold | |||
I might be gone for a while if you need me | |||
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead | |||
And you're all going on to meet your reward | |||
Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared? | |||
You might have never heard, but God's comic | You might have never heard, but God's comic |
Revision as of 21:12, 3 May 2009
I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny fella
The crowd would hoot and holler for more
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause
Oh yes, I was a comical priest
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar
(Chorus:)
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead
And I'm going on to meet my reward
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
He might of never heard God's comic
So there he was on a waterbed, drinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son"
"I've been wading through all of this unbelievable junk
And wondering if I should have given the world to the monkeys"
(Repeat Chorus)
I'm gonna take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores
They say that travel broadens the mind, till you can't get your head out of doors
I'm sitting here on the top of the world, I hang around in the longest night
Until each beast has gone to bed and then I say "God bless" and put out the light
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe
And you beg and you promise and you bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard, I suppose
I'm going up to the Pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead
And you're all going on to meet your reward
Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared?
You might have never heard, but God's comic