Letra de Epilogue

So there he lies at the last The deathbed convert The pious debauchee Could not dance half a measure could I? Give me wine I drain the dregs And toss the empty bottle at the world Show me our Lord Jesus in agony And I mount the cross And steal his nails for my own palms There I go Shuffling from the world My dribble fresh upon a bible I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing Well, do you like me now? Do you like me now? Do you like me now?