Well all's not well
  but i'm told that it'll all be quite nice
  you'll be drowned in boots like Mafia
  but your feet will still float like Christ's
  and i'll be damned
  they were right
  i'm drowning upside down
  my feet afloat like Christ's
  i'm in heaven
  trying to figure out which stack
  they're going to stuff us atheists into
  when Peter and his monkey laugh
  and i laugh with them
  i'm not sure what at
  they point and say
  we'll keep you in the back
  polishing halos, baking manna and gas
  well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone i ever seen
  he moves just like crisco disco
  breath 100% listerine
  he says looking at something else
  but directing everything to me
  ever time anyone gets on their knees to pray
  well it makes my telephone ring
  and i'll be damned
  he said you were right
  no one's running this whole thing
  he had a theory too
  he said that god takes care of himself
  and you of you
  it's all nice on ice alright
  and it's not day
  and it's not night
  but it's all nice on ice alright