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 you 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 I'll say you really should make the deal   As he offers 'round the hat   Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean   I'll 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