Two Fingers Lyrics - Warchild - Jethro Tull

I'll see you at the Weighing-In, 

When your life's sum-total's made 

And you set your wealth in Godly deeds 

Against the sins you've laid. 

And you place your final burden 

On your hard-pressed next of kin: 

Send the chamber-pot back down the line 

To be filled up again. 

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And the hard-headed miracle worker 

Who bathes his hands in blood, 

Will welcome you to the final nod 

And cover you with mud. 

And he'll say, "You really should make the deal," 

As he offers round the hat. 

"You'd better lick two fingers clean 

He'll thank you all for that." 

As you slip on the greasy platform, 

And you land upon your back, 

You make a wish and you wipe your nose upon the railway track. 

While the high-strung locomotive, 

With furnace burning bright, 

Lumbers on 

You wave goodbye 

And the sparks fade into night. 

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And as you join the Good Ship Earth, 

And you mingle with the dust 

You'd better leave your underpants 

With someone you can trust. 

And when the Old Man with the telescope 

Cuts the final strand 

You'd better lick two fingers clean, 

Before you shake his hand.