How many heartaches do you think you can stand
I used to count 'em all on the fingers of just one hand
Way back in the distance before these sad times began
Now I'm down by the ocean counting grains of sand
There's nothing so pure as the kindness of an atheist
A simple act of unselfishness that never has to be repaid
And there's nothing so sure as a razor blade above your wrist
When you think you just can't stand it
You're gonna leave empty handed
Do you still dream of being saved
Friends and relations they all stand around
As the casket is lowered down into the ground
The shovel dirt and gravel - all his mother hears is the sound
Of a little baby crying somewhere in the crowd
Jesus wouldn't save you and you cried
I knew I couldn't save you so I lied
The doctors couldn't save you but I do believe they tried
After dying together we die alone side by side
There's nothing so pure as the kindness of an atheist
A simple act of unselfishness that never has to be repaid
And there's nothing so sure as a razor blade above your wrist
When you think you just can't stand it
You're gonna leave you empty handed
Do you still dream of being saved