Gods Comic — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

Wish youd known me when I was alive, I was a funny feller

The crowd would hoot and holler for more

I wore a drunks 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



Chorus:



Now Im dead, now Im dead, now Im dead,

Now Im dead, now Im dead

And Im going on to meet my reward

I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared

He might of never heard gods comic



So there he was on a water-bed

Drinking a cola of a mystery brand

Reading an airport novelette, listening to andrew lloyd-webbers "requiem"

He said, before it had really begun, "i prefer the one about my son"

"ive been wading through all this unbelievable

Junk and wondering if I should have given

The world to the monkeys"



Chorus



Im going to take a little trip down paradises endless shores

They say that travel broadens the mind, til you cant get your head out of doors



Im 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

Its the big white beard I suppose

Im going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold

I might be gone for a while if you need me



Now Im dead, now Im dead, now Im dead,

Now Im dead, now Im dead and youre 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 gods comic