Today's lyric:
"I'm sitting here on the top of the world
I hang around in the longest night
Until each beast has gone bed
And then I say "God bless" and turn out the light
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe
And you beg and you promise
You bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus - it's the big white beard I suppose?
I'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me."
Elvis Costello: "God's comic"
From the album: "Spike"
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
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