Everybody finished their honey tipped cigar   Our after dinner speaker tonight is God   A warm round of applause   And then silence      Tell us of love, we said   Tell us of love   Great one above   Won't ya tell us of love      And he said, well   I've never tasted your flavour before   So maybe love is your whore   Maybe just a figment of emotion      Hear my   Hear my song   What if I'm   What if I'm wrong   Hear my   Hear my song   I'm always right   But what if I'm wrong      The crowd went wild   Man, woman and child   Fuelled by brandy and cherry wine   And the apple in the mouth of the head of John the Baptist   Tell us of hate, we said   Tell us of hate   Don't spare the bait   Won't ya tell us of hate   And he said, well   I've never tasted your flavour before   So maybe hate is your whore   But I remember when we were lovers      Hear my   Hear my song   What if I'm   What if I'm wrong   Hear my   Hear my song   I'm always right   But what if I'm wrong   What if I'm wrong