SONG FROM LUCIFER'S HAMMER

I went out to take a friggin' walk by the friggin' reservoir,
A-wishin' for a friggin' quid to pay my friggin' score,
My head it was a-achin' and my throat was parched and dry,
And so I sent a little prayer, a-wingin' to the sky

And there came a friggin' falcon and he walked upon the waves,
And I said, "A friggin' miracle!" and sang a couple staves
Of a friggin' churchy ballad I had learned when I was young
The friggin' bird took to the air, and spattered me with dung

I fell upon my friggin' knees and bowed my friggin' head,
And said three friggin' Aves for all the friggin' dead,
And then I got upon my feet and said another ten
The friggin' bird burst into flame --- and spattered me again

The burnin' bird hung in the sky just like a friggin' sun
It seared my friggin' eyelids shut, and when the job was done,
The friggin' bird flashed cross the sky just like a shootin' star
I ran to tell the friggin' priest --- he bummed my last cigar

I told him of the miracle, he told me of the Rose,
I showed him bird crap in my hair, the bastard held his nose
I went to see the bishop but the friggin' bishop said,
"Go home and sleep it off, you sod --- and wash your friggin' head!"

Then I came upon a friggin' wake for a friggin' rotten swine,
By the name of Jock O'Leary and I touched his head with mine,
And old Jock sat up in his box and raised his friggin' head
His wife took out a forty-four, and shot the bastard dead

Again I touched his head with mine and brought him back to life
His smiling face rolled on the floor, this time she used a knife
And then she fell upon her knees, and started in to pray,
"It's forty years, O Lord," she said, "I've waited for this day"

So I walked the friggin' city 'mongst the friggin' halt and lame,
And every time I raised 'em up, they got knocked down again,
'Cause the love of God comes down to man in a friggin' curious way,
But when a man is marked for love, that love is here to stay

And this I know because I've got a friggin' curious sign;
For every time I wash my head, the water turns to wine!
And I gives it free to workin' blokes to brighten up their lives,
So they don't kick no dogs around, nor beat up on their wives

'Cause there ain't no use to miracles like walkin' on the sea;
They crucified the Son of God, but they don't muck with me!
'Cause I leave the friggin' blind alone, the dyin' and the dead,
But every day at four o'clock, I wash my friggin' head!

tune: Ghost Riders in the Sky
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