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?