One of the best songs ever.
Well all's not well,
but I'm told that it'll all be quite nice.
You'll be drowned in boots like Mafia,
but your feet will still float like Christ's,
and I'll be damned;
they were right.
I'm drowning upside down;
my feet afloat like Christ's.
I'm in heaven,
trying to figure out which stack
they're going to stuff us atheists into,
and when Peter and his monkey laugh
and I laugh with them,
I'm not sure what at
they point and say.
We'll keep you in the back
polishing halos, baking manna and gas.
Well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone I ever seen.
He moves just like crisco disco.
Breath 100% listerine.
He says looking at something else,
but directing everything to me
ever time anyone gets on their knees to pray.
Well it makes my telephone ring,
and I'll be damned,
he said you were right.
No one's running this whole thing.
He had a theory too
He said that god takes care of himself.
He said that god takes care of himself
and you of you.
It's all nice.
It's all nice
It's all nice on ice alright.
My life does not make sense most of the time. Just like this picture.
Tom's a fuckhead! !
