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