I did only nice things And I only hoped to do nice things for ever more And I knew Or I thought I knew Because I knew all the things I ever had to know And I was full well satisfied. I was always true I was always true, to myself I was never false I believed At least I thought I did To believe Belief was all the reason for my life, And I was full well satisfied. But it turned upside down All my pious expectation was to prove me wrong I was out I was out not in I went down not up and found it cla**ified as sin That I was to well satisfied. Now I'm living it down And it's got me all depressed to think I got it wrong I had made the grade Or I thought I had it made The judgement brought me down Because I was too well satisfied.