I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was    a funny feller    The crowd would hoot and holler for more    I wore a drunk's red nose for applause    Oh yes I was a comical priest    "With a joke for the flock and a hand up your    fleece"    Drooling the drink and the lipstick and    greasepaint    Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar       Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,    now I'm dead, now I'm dead    And I'm going on to meet my reward    I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was    scared    He might of never heard God's Comic       So there he was on a water-bed    Drinking a cola of a mystery brand    Reading an airport novelette, listening to    Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"    He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer    the one about my son"    "I've been wading through all this unbelievable    junk and wondering if I should have given    the world to the monkeys"       Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,    now I'm dead, now I'm dead    And I'm going on to meet my reward    I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was    scared    He might of never heard God's Comic       I'm going to take a little trip down Paradise's    endless shores    They say that travel broadens the mind, till you    can't get your head out of doors       I'm sitting here on the top of the world    I hang around in the longest night    Until each beast has gone bed and then I say    "God bless" and turn out the light    While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe and    you beg and you promise    And you bargain and you plead    Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus    It's the big white beard I suppose    I'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold    I might be gone for a while if you need me       Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,    now I'm dead, now I'm dead and you're all    going on to meet your reward       Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared?    Are you scared?    You might have never heard, but God's comic