(1988) I 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. 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.Elvis Costello