Correction Paroles God’s Comic par Elvis Costello

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I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny fella
The crowd would hoot and holler for more
I wore a drunk's 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

Well I'm dead, Well I'm dead, Well I'm dead
Well I'm dead
And I'm going on to meet my reward
Were you scared, Were you scared, Were you scared
Were you scared?
They might of never heard God's Comic

So there he was on a water-bed
Drinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelettes, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son"
"I've been wading through all this unbelievable
Junk and wondering if I should have given
The world to the monkeys"

Well I'm dead, Well I'm dead, Well I'm dead
Well I'm dead
And I'm going on to meet my reward
Were you scared, Were you scared, Were you scared
Were you scared?
They might of never heard God's Comic

I'm sitting here on the top of the world
I hang around in the longest night
Until each beast has gone bed, that's when I say
"God bless" and turn out the light
When 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
It's a big white beard I suppose
I'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me

Well I'm dead, Well I'm dead, Well I'm dead
Well I'm dead
And I'm going on to meet my reward
Were you scared, Were you scared, Were you scared
Were you scared?
They might of never heard God's Comic

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