Saints Alive!

Oh! Saints Alive! but for the grace go I Prodigal son with a heavenly hangup, I can't abide I don't need your diocese, your wafers or your wine Got my own philosophy and I'm doin' fine What a way to live, it's wearin kinda thin Eeking out a living, out by the bins I only sleep in modest cars, one man's trash, etcetera Invest in ephemera, you'll come up shy I've walked a thousand miles, and never seen the sea I really should while I still have the chance It's just it's so enormous, that I feel it could absorb us Sweep me out and wash me up in France Hey, friend of mine, it's been a while In fact, I'm sure we haven't met, but pay no mind I'll sit a spell and share your burden, a problem halved, and such assertions You're still you, this much is certain, and you'll do fine Can't do anything right except this Anything else is a suit made of bricks I'll be perfect once I figure out what that is Until such time I'll take my licks