I'll see you at the weighing in When your life some total's made And you'll set your wealth in Godly deeds Against the sins you've laid So you place your final burden On your heart-rest next of kin Send the chamber pod 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 cruising by too late And I say 'Really should make a deal' As he offers round the hat Well you'd better lick your fingers clean 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 high And cover you with mud And he'll say 'Really should make a deal' As he offers 'round the hat Well you better lick your fingers clean Well I'll thank you all for that