Two Fingers by Jethro Tull

I'll see you at the weighing-in,
When your life's sum-total's made
And you set your wealth in godly deeds
Against the sins you've laid.
And you place your final burden
On your hard-pressed next of kin:
Send the chamber-pot back down the line
To be filled up again.
And the hard-headed miracle worker
Who bathes his hands in blood,
Will welcome you to the final nod ---
And cover you with mud.
And he'll say, ``you really should make the deal,''
As he offers round the hat.
``you'd better lick two fingers clean ---
He'll thank you all for that.''
As you slip on the greasy platform,
And you land upon your back,
You make a wish and you wipe your nose upon the railway track.
While the high-strung locomotive,
With furnace burning bright,
Lumbers on --- you wave goodbye ---
And the sparks fade into night.

And as you join the good ship earth,
And you mingle with the dust ---
You'd better leave your underpants
With someone you can trust.
And when the old man with the telescope
Cuts the final strand ---
You'd better lick two fingers clean,
Before you shake his hand.