| Song | God's Comic |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | Spike |
| 作词 : MacManus | |
| Wish you'd known me when i was alive, i was a funny feller | |
| The crowd would hoot and holler for more | |
| I wore a drunk's red nose for applause | |
| Oh yes i was a comical priest | |
| 'with a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece' | |
| Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint | |
| Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar | |
| Chorus: | |
| Now i'm dead, now i'm dead, now i'm dead, | |
| Now i'm dead, now i'm dead | |
| And i'm going on to meet my reward | |
| I was scared, i was scared, i was scared, i was scared | |
| He might of never heard god's comic | |
| So there he was on a water-bed | |
| Drinking a cola of a mystery brand | |
| Reading an airport novelette, listening to andrew lloyd-webber's 'requiem' | |
| He said, before it had really begun, 'i prefer the one about my son' | |
| 'i've been wading through all this unbelievable | |
| Junk and wondering if i should have given | |
| The world to the monkeys' | |
| Chorus | |
| I'm going to take a little trip down paradise's endless shores | |
| They say that travel broadens the mind, 'til you can't get your head out of doors | |
| 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 | |
| And 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 | |
| Now i'm dead, now i'm dead, now i'm dead, | |
| Now i'm dead, now i'm dead and you're all | |
| Going on to meet your reward | |
| Are you scared? are you scared? are you scared? | |
| Are you scared? | |
| You might have never heard, but god's comic |
| zuò cí : MacManus | |
| Wish you' d known me when i was alive, i was a funny feller | |
| The crowd would hoot and holler for more | |
| I wore a drunk' s red nose for applause | |
| Oh yes i was a comical priest | |
| ' with a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece' | |
| Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint | |
| Down the cardboard front of my dirty dogcollar | |
| Chorus: | |
| Now i' m dead, now i' m dead, now i' m dead, | |
| Now i' m dead, now i' m dead | |
| And i' m going on to meet my reward | |
| I was scared, i was scared, i was scared, i was scared | |
| He might of never heard god' s comic | |
| So there he was on a waterbed | |
| Drinking a cola of a mystery brand | |
| Reading an airport novelette, listening to andrew lloydwebber' s ' requiem' | |
| He said, before it had really begun, ' i prefer the one about my son' | |
| ' i' ve been wading through all this unbelievable | |
| Junk and wondering if i should have given | |
| The world to the monkeys' | |
| Chorus | |
| I' m going to take a little trip down paradise' s endless shores | |
| They say that travel broadens the mind, ' til you can' t get your head out of doors | |
| 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 | |
| And 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 | |
| Now i' m dead, now i' m dead, now i' m dead, | |
| Now i' m dead, now i' m dead and you' re all | |
| Going on to meet your reward | |
| Are you scared? are you scared? are you scared? | |
| Are you scared? | |
| You might have never heard, but god' s comic |