He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding   Talking crippled on the cross   Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating   Fleeing what a loss      The things he hadn't touched or kissed his senses   Slowly stripped away   Not like buddha not like vishnu   Life wouldn't rise through him again      I find it easy to believe   That he might question his beliefs   The beginning of the last temptation   Dime story mystery      The duality of nature, godly nature,   Human nature splits the soul   Fully human, fully divine and divided   The great immortal soul      Split into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites   Attract   From the front, the side, the back   The mind itself attacks      I know the feeling, I know it from before   Descartes through hegel belief is never sure   Dime store mystery, last temptation      I was sitting drumming thinking thumping pondering   The mysteries of life   Outside the city shrieking screaming whispering   The mysteries of life      There's a funeral tomorrow   At st. patrick's the bells will ring for you   Ah, what must you have been thinking   When you realized the time had come for you      I wish I hadn't thrown away my time   On so much human and so much less divine   The end of the last temptation   The end of a dime store mystery