It is true, after all

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It was true, after all, that the Lord God would come,
with Vishnu and Buddha and a bottle of rum
They'd sit round the table with Mohammed on high
They'd all hit the bottle 'till the bottle was dry

After a drink (or six, or seven)
When the evening got dark and the clock struck eleven
Buddha would break out the salted snacks
Pretzels and nuts with a bottle of Jack

At around one thirty Christ would arrive
The clack of her heels as she walked up the drive
Showing her legs, her tits and her ass
The thing about Jesus - she brought the best grass

They'd all light up and drink in the smoke
And God would cough, and splutter and choke
Mohammed would laugh, Vishnu would chuckle
And God would sit lest his knees did buckle

At three in the morning things would get crazy
That Jesus Christ is one foxy lady
Dancing half naked and dipping it low
Buddha knows where he'd like to go

As the sun comes up a little after six
Christ will be busy, sucking Budd's dick
Vishnu's passed out and God is asleep
Mohammed is there being sick in the sink

At eight am they all part ways
Smelling of booze and eyes half glazed
They smile and say that they'll do it again
Their bodies groggy, their heads in pain

It's true, after all, that none of this happened
The whole scenario is totally imagined
But in a thousand years where is the proof
That every word here is not the real truth?

Is truth in posterity? (but some lies are old)
Is truth in the teaching? (but who says what's told?)
Is truth in what's right? (but how do you define?)
Is truth just what works? (so where is the divine?)

At the end of the day when the sun starts to set
Make up your mind, place all your bets
The only way to know truth from lie -
Close your eyes and gently die