Two Fingers《Two Fingers》歌词

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I’ll see you at the Weighing-In,

When your life’s sum-total’s made

And you set your wealth in Godly 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.

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.

“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.

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.