Lick Your I'll see you at the weighing in
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when your life's sum-total's made.
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And you set your wealth in godly deeds
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against the sins you've laid.
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So place your final burden
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on your hard-pressed next of kin:
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Send the chamber pot back down the line
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to be filled up again.
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Take your mind off your election
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and try to get it straight.
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And don't pretend perfection ---
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you'll be crucified too late.
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And he'll say you really should make the deal
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as he offers round the hat.
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Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean, I thank you all for that.
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And as you join the good ship earth
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and you mingle with the dust
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be sure to leave your underpants
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with someone you can trust.
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And the hard-headed social worker who bathes his hands in blood
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will welcome you with arms held high
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and cover you with mud.
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And he'll say you really should make the deal
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as he offers round the hat.
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Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean, I thank you all for that.
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Lick Your Fingers Clean
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| Jethro Tull |
