So there he lies at the last.
The Deathbed Convote,
The Pious Devotee.
Could not dance half a measure could I?
Give me wine, I drink the dregs and throw
the empty bottle at the world.
Show me our lord Jezus in agony,
And I will steal his nails for my own palms.
There I go, shuffling from the world.
My dribble fresh upon the bible.
I look upon a pinhead and see angels dancing, well
Do you like me now?
Do you like me now?
Do you like me now?
Do you like me.... now?
(From The Libertine)
