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I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny fella | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|God's Comic}}</noinclude> | ||
I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny fella<br> | |||
The crowd would hoot and holler for more | The crowd would hoot and holler for more <br> | ||
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause <br> | |||
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause | Oh yes, I was a comical priest <br> | ||
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece" <br> | |||
Oh yes, I was a comical priest | Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint <br> | ||
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar <br> | |||
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece" | <br> | ||
''(Chorus:)''<br> | |||
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint | Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead <br> | ||
And I'm going on to meet my reward <br> | |||
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar | I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared <br> | ||
He might of never heard God's comic <br> | |||
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So there he was on a waterbed, drinking a cola of a mystery brand <br> | |||
''(Chorus:)'' | Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem" <br> | ||
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son" <br> | |||
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead | "I've been wading through all of this unbelievable junk <br> | ||
And wondering if I should have given the world to the monkeys" <br> | |||
And I'm going on to meet my reward | <br> | ||
''(Repeat Chorus) <br> | |||
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared | <br> | ||
I'm gonna take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores <br> | |||
He might of never heard God's comic | They say that travel broadens the mind, till you can't get your head out of doors <br> | ||
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I'm sitting here on the top of the world, I hang around in the longest night <br> | |||
Until each beast has gone to bed and then I say "God bless" and put out the light <br> | |||
So there he was on a waterbed, drinking a cola of a mystery brand | <br> | ||
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe <br> | |||
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem" | And you beg and you promise and you bargain and you plead <br> | ||
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus <br> | |||
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son" | It's the big white beard, I suppose <br> | ||
I'm going up to the Pole, where you folks die of cold <br> | |||
"I've been wading through all of this unbelievable junk | I might be gone for a while if you need me <br> | ||
<br> | |||
And wondering if I should have given the world to the monkeys" | Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead<br> | ||
And you're all going on to meet your reward <br> | |||
Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared? <br> | |||
You might have never heard, but God's comic<br> | |||
(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 |
Latest revision as of 01:50, 4 May 2009
God's Comic
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