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