[Verse 1]
I'll see you at the weighing in
When your life's sum-total's made
And you set your wealth in godly deeds
Against the sins you've laid

[Chorus 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Take your mind off your election
And try to get it straight
And don't pretend perfection
You'll be crucified too late

[Chorus 2]
And he'll say "you really should make the deal"
As he offers round the hat
Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean
I'll thank you all for that

[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus 2]
And he'll say "you really should make the deal"
As he offers round the hat
Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean
Well, I'll thank you all for that