So there he lies at the last...
The deathbed convert, The pious debauchee.
Could not dance half a measure could I?
Give me wine, I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world
Show me our Lord Jesus in agony and I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms.
There I go, shuffling from the world.
My dribble fresh upon a bible
I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing... Well, do you like me now?
Do you like me now?
Do you like me now?