Now I’m dead, now I’m dead, now I’m dead,
now I’m dead, now I’m dead
And I’m going on to meet my reward
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
He might have never heard God’s Comic

So there he was on a water bed
Drinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s “Requiem”
He said, before it had really begun, “I prefer the one about my son”
“I’ve been wading through all this unbelievable
junk and wondering if I should have given
the world to the monkeys”

I’m going to take a little trip down Paradise’s endless shores,
They say that travel broadens the mind, ’til you can’t get your head out of doors.

- Elvis Costello

Appears on the album Spike.