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
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 don't pretend perfection: You'll be crucified too late
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 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 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