And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
Let the world turn without you tonight
When I'm gone
Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and annoint you
Think! while you still have me
Look at the good things you've got
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine
You'll be lost
To save the poor from their lot?
Surely you're not saying we have the resources
Why has it been wasted -- we could have raised maybe
And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
Move! while you still see me
Could have been saved for the poor
Don't you know everything's alright yes everything's fine
Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax, think of nothing tonight
Woman your fine ointment -- brand new and expensive
For the fire in your head and feet
You'll be so so sorry
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine
People who are hungry, people who are starving
Matter more than your feet and hair
If we try we'll get by so forget about all us tonight
Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and annoint you
Don't you know everything's alright yes everything's fine
There will be poor always, pathetically struggling
Myrrh for your hot forehead oh
For the fire in your head and feet
Myrrh for your hot forehead oh
Three hundred silver pieces or more
Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax, think of nothing tonight
