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I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny fella
I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was
 
a funny feller
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
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
Oh yes, I was a comical priest  
fleece"
 
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"  
greasepaint
 
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint  
Chorus:
 
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar  
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
''(Chorus:)''
He might of never heard God's Comic
 
So there he was on a water-bed
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead  
Drinking a cola of a mystery brand
 
Reading an airport novelette, listening to
And I'm going on to meet my reward  
Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
 
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared  
the one about my son"
 
"I've been wading through all this unbelievable
He might of never heard God's comic
junk and wondering if I should have given
 
the world to the monkeys"
 
Chorus
 
I'm going to take a little trip down Paradise's
So there he was on a waterbed, drinking a cola of a mystery brand  
endless shores
 
They say that travel broadens the mind, till you
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"  
can't get your head out of doors
 
I'm sitting here on the top of the world
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son"  
I hang around in the longest night
 
Until each beast has gone bed and then I say
"I've been wading through all of this unbelievable junk  
"God bless" and turn out the light
 
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe and
And wondering if I should have given the world to the monkeys"  
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
(Repeat Chorus)
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, now I'm dead and you're all
I'm gonna take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores  
going on to meet your reward
 
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  
Are you scared?
 
 
 
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 feller 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, 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 water-bed 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 this unbelievable junk and wondering if I should have given the world to the monkeys" Chorus I'm going to 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 bed and then I say "God bless" and turn 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, 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