I was leaning, looking over through the water to the bottom of a wishing well. Take your change, rearrange your fate, it'll save you. God's easy to sell. "Allelujah," all the choirs are singing. "Allelujah," all the bells are ringing. How'd you ever let me down? The child will be good to you, the best you've ever had! Heavenly liaisons, for he sits us in his hand! But you'll have to pay. I was asking all the wrong kinds of questions, man your penance made my knuckles bleed. Contrition is akin to atrition with a conscience only guilt could feed. Dumbfounded by the flagellation. A useful idiot's celebration. Christ, I think we're going down! The child will be good to you, the best you've ever had! Heavenly liaisons, for he sits us in his hand! Paradise! Salvation! We could fit you in his plans! ...but you'll have to pay the big man. (The child will be good to you, the best you've ever had!) Now I'm thrown into the pit of free thinking. Kept my eyes upon a pendulum swinging. Christ I think you let me down! The child will be good to you, the best you've ever had! Heavenly liaisons, for he sits us in his hand! Paradise! Salvation! We could fit you in his plans! ...but you'll have to pay. Yes, you'll have to pay! Yes, you'll have (oh!) to pay the big man.