On my wondrous
Guaranteed redemption
I could beat Mother Theresa to death
I could stomp the life out of Gandhi himself
And I would of course be instantly forgiven
Because it's true I'm better than any one else
I'm better than all the saints and holy men
The miracles mean nothing without me
Only I know all the secret passage ways
Only I know the one true door and have its key
Praise be to me and tolerate my every move
Bow scrape and grovel before my every whim
And don't try any of those light tricks with me
You know I prefer it low and comfortable and dim
Neils
7:39 pm
10/15/2005
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