I sleep soundly with my wife  My children never fight  And I wake happy, wash my body  Being careful to make sure I'm sex-free  With smiles that linger, rings on fingers  Feel the power of a perfect figure  Then off to work to earn the dollars  I give to those in need of liquor  To help them numb themselves    I sing softly to myself  The very words others yell  I tried to get angry, I raised my voice daily  But nothing could move me to raise banners and scream  So I'll try harder, give blood, give water  Give skin to those burning with desire  And play with children, sing with the choir  And offer my prayers to the little flower  To save us from the fire    I'll die smiling, turn toward heaven  Sing some old songs and claim my crown  Then I'll go to find someone I've been waiting  To talk with since I read The Habit of Being  She'll tell me her story of sorrow and suffering  She'll tell me it's so sad the way you've been acting  For we are surrounded by thousands of liars  That sing lovely songs in a river of fire  That flows from the hand of the Father