Lick Your Fingers Clean

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