Lick Your Fingers Clean

Ill see you at the weighing in
When your lifes sum-totals made
And you set your wealth in godly deeds
Against the sins youve 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 dont pretend perfection
Youll be crucified too late
And hell say 'you really should make the deal'
As he offers round the hat.
Well, youd better lick your fingers clean
Ill 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 hell say 'you really should make the deal'
As he offers round the hat.
Well, youd better lick your fingers clean
Well, Ill thank you all for that