I can’t love  real numbers anymore

I can’t love  real numbers anymore
Their beauty has less meaning than  a flower
I can’t love them for they have more power
I can’t love real numbers anymore

I can’t love my husband anymore
I have the casket just behind the door
If I fall, I’ll hit the hi fi tower
I can’t love my sweetheart anymore.

I won’t love the angels anymore
I am in a rage and  I’ve gone sour
Give me my computer and will power
I won’t love the angels anymore.

I am cross because it’s dark and dour
I hate the rich who want to tax the poor
While they’re on a cruise or luscious tour
I am mad because it’s half an hour

Jesus died and no-one seemed to care
Some of  us were washing our long hair
None of us had any love to  spare
Jesus came and no-one ever saw.

What is life if we cannot be here?
What is worthwhile and is also near?
What is God about and what is fear?
What is love if we cannot be here?

Nobody will tell the truth in hell
Satan boils potatoes  till they gell
And he makes good chips with oil from wells
Nobody can tell the truth in hell.