1970s
They tell me of a pie
up in the sky,
waiting for me when I die.
But between the day
you're born and when you die,
they never seem
to hear even your cry.
So as sure as
the sun will shine,
I'm going to get my
share now, what's mine
up in the sky,
waiting for me when I die.
But between the day
you're born and when you die,
they never seem
to hear even your cry.
So as sure as
the sun will shine,
I'm going to get my
share now, what's mine