Two Fingers

I'll see you at the weighing-in when your life's sum-total's made

I?ll see you at the weighing-in when you?re life?s sum-total?s made
And you set your wealth in goodly deeds against the sins you?ve laid
And you place your final burden on your hard-pressed next of kin
Send the chamber pot back down the line to be filled up again, oh
And the hard-headed miracle worker who bathes his hands in blood
Will welcome you to the final nod and cover you with mud
And he'll say, "You really should make the deal," as he offers round the hat
Well, you'd better lick two fingers clean, he'll thank you all for that

As you slip on the greasy platform and you land upon your back
You make a wish and you wipe your nose upon the railway track
While the high-strung locomotive, with furnace burning bright
Lumbers on you wave goodbye and the sparks fade into night, yeah, uh huh

And as you join the Good Ship Earth and you mingle with the dust
You'd better leave your underpants with someone you can trust
And when the old man with the telescope cuts the final strand
You'd better lick two fingers clean before you shake his hand