LYRICS--

All in good time you’ll bring me home
All in good time you’ll bring me home


The people said to St. Francis "Why are you crying?"
Said St. Francis "I'm so fucking tired i fear i will die"
And just like that the birds and the beasts and the wild dogs descended upon him
And as they tore his body to ribbons we screamed "Why God why"
Well one of those doggies still dripping with Frank
Ran off westward towards the north pacific ocean
Till she breathed in her very first sight of that sparkling sea
And she drank from that big sky whatever a dog calls emotion
Feeling just like you did when you gutted your favorite stuffed dog for me
She barked into the wind:

I will not edit creation
I will not inherit the earth
I won’t heal every scab on this body
before I’m returned to the dirt
But I praise the shit on my feet Lord
And I praise the salt in my eyes
Regardless of my bad behavior
I will still have the privilege to come on home

Walter put down his pencil and gazed at his creation
He said "Mortimer baby we’re never ever ever ever ever ever gonna die"
Then he climbed in the ice box clutching his new legislation
To wait for a world without jews or labor standards or non-villainous queer people
But somewhere some other man picked up some other pencil
And drew a picture of mickey mouse with an erection saying
'fuck the vietnam war'
And all the kings horses and all the kings men
Smashed down his kitchen door
And as they dragged him outside by the ankles he solemnly swore
As they marched through the streets / as he came to the stand
he was pissing himself / as the judge banged the gavel he said
'order in my court boy / what the hell are you laughing about
do you think this is some kind of joke?' / He said 'man don’t you know:

I will not edit creation
and I will not inherit the earth
I won’t heal every scab on my body
before I’m returned to the dirt
So take from me all I’ve acquired
Take from me my view of the sky
Regardless of my most heroic behavior
I’ll still be required to come on home
I know I’m gonna come on home
oh mama I know I’m coming home to

You gave me my face and I’ve lost it a little each day
You gave away the best years of your life for mine
And I can’t repay you that time
No I can’t repay you at all

But I didn’t ask to be born any more than the next motherfucker
Still I’ll shoulder your burden and carry it up the next flight of stairs
Till I rot like a skeleton in some pirate movie
for the next brave kid to discover
And nobody can tell me that that isn’t perfect and that isn’t fair
Hell if I know where I’m going but I’ll see you there