What a ball I am having, my life is a joy,
Iím happy and content with things as they are,
Iíve had everything I wanted since I was a boy,
Iím pampered and well bred, a socialite star.
So donít tell me about sin, itís far from my mind,
And I donít want to know about Godís light,
My lifeís too much fun to seek or to find,
So Iíll find God on my death bed and Iíll be right.
I donít know if God is real, Iím not saying that heís not,
But life offers many theories try the lot I say,
Iíll live my life the best way I can no matter what,
I live for the moment and take what comes day by day.
I donít want to worry about whatís right and wrong,
I donít want to waste my life being righteous and contrite,
My list of things to do and see is thorough and quite long,
So Iíll say sorry on my death bed and Iíll be right.
I donít go to church and I have no call to go,
Religion is a bore, the same thing every week,
Itís just another way to get a man to blow his dough,
And all I see are hippocrites who donít do what they speak.
Why go through the motions and make a mockery of the Lord,
Iím a good person, so my soulís not in plight,
So I wont waste my time with a system thatís flawed,
Iíll just leave it till my death bed and Iíll be right.
But what if I was to make a big change,
Make a choice to follow the narrow path,
Then the man that I was would be evil and strange,
And I could live without fear of the aftermath.
So maybe Iíll start to think about things,
And maybe I should broaden my sight,
Maybe I should search for God and see what it brings,
And trust him till my death bed and Iíll be right.
Donít go through life enjoying the moment and living only for the thrill of the plentiful earthly pleasures available to us. This world is but a tiny drop in the bucket of eternity, and we only get one go at life and then we are judged on our performance. Purposefully living a life of sin and then turning around at the last minute of life to say sorry to God is a hippocritical waste of time. Iím not saying that you canít get saved on your death bed, because you can. But would God honour your pleas for mercy if you have deliberately avoided him all your life, only saving a few desperate seconds for him at the end? Think about it.