Well all's not well  but i'm told that it'll all be quite nice  you'll be drowned in boots like Mafia  but your feet will still float like Christ's  and i'll be damned  they were right  i'm drowning upside down  my feet afloat like Christ's  i'm in heaven  trying to figure out which stack  they're going to stuff us atheists into  when Peter and his monkey laugh  and i laugh with them  i'm not sure what at  they point and say  we'll keep you in the back  polishing halos, baking manna and gas  well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone i ever seen  he moves just like crisco disco  breath 100% listerine  he says looking at something else  but directing everything to me  ever time anyone gets on their knees to pray  well it makes my telephone ring  and i'll be damned  he said you were right  no one's running this whole thing  he had a theory too  he said that god takes care of himself  and you of you  it's all nice on ice alright  and it's not day  and it's not night  but it's all nice on ice alright