What a botch God made of me!
That takes the soul-cake!
That takes the soul-cake!
Feeling like a cop on the
take—
last time I checked, my will was free—
so tell me whose mistake
last time I checked, my will was free—
so tell me whose mistake
it was I’m nothing but a tiny
flake
of flint dropped in the boundless sea.
That takes the soul-cake!
of flint dropped in the boundless sea.
That takes the soul-cake!
And do I ever have amends to
make!—
accused of death—so what’s my plea?
Sometimes I think my life’s just a mistake,
accused of death—so what’s my plea?
Sometimes I think my life’s just a mistake,
so with new programs to reform
the snake
you know I always say that I agree.
That takes the soul-cake!
you know I always say that I agree.
That takes the soul-cake!
Hey, I’m working for the Lady
of the Lake!
I’ll never grok my job, but it suits me!
How could I think my life’s just a mistake?
That takes the soul-cake!
I’ll never grok my job, but it suits me!
How could I think my life’s just a mistake?
That takes the soul-cake!