God's Comic

I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny fellow
 The crowd would hoot and holler for more
 I wore a drunks red nose for applause, oh yes I was a comical priest
 With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece
 Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
 Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog collar
 Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead
 And I'm goin' on to meet my reward
 I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
 He might have never heard God's comic
 So there he was on a water-bed, drinking a cola of a mystery brand
 Readin' an airport novelette
 Listening to Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Requiem"
 He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son
 I've been wading through all this unbelievable junk
 And wondering if I should have given the world to the monkeys"
 Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead
 And I'm goin' on to meet my reward
 I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
 He might have never heard God's comic
 I'm goin' to take a little trip, down paradise's endless shores
 They say that travel broadens the mind
 Till you can't get your head out of doors
 I'm sittin' here on the top of the world, I hang around in the longest night
 Until each beast has gone to bed
 And then I say, "God bless" and put out the light
 While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe
 And you beg and you promise, you bargain and you plead
 Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
 It's the big white beard I suppose
 I'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
 I might be gone for a while if you need me
 Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead
 You're all going on to meet your reward
 Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared?
 You might have never heard, but God's comic