Epilogue

So there he lies at the last The deathbed convert The pious debauchee Could not dance half a measure could I? Give me wine, I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world
Show me our Lord Jesus in agony And I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms There I go Shuffling from the world My dribble fresh upon a bible I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing Well, do you like me now Do you like me now Do you like me now?