| 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 |
| 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» |
| 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 |