There are demons in the undertow and monsters in my head Paul and Simon at the grave and who did Jesus save? Thomas or so it's said.
Pilate the lunatic has gone on the sick and Herod's been thrown off the throne Peter went off in retreat and left Mary all on her own.
A crown of thorns from the briar patch, scratch one, match one, get one free it didn't work for him perhaps it'll work for me.
It may be heresy or heretic, but pedants make me sick and you can stick that to the demon, he man, thee or ****** thou man, you can take your bleedin' pick
Now I'm back there in the undertow from whence I came and where I always go, the devil I know wears me out.