All Day Thursday

He's jolted awake
Then he stumbles from the bed
He splashes his face
To clear the sleep from his head
At once he remembers
Today is the day
His heart begins to race

How humbly he kneels
As he says his morning prayers
Such meaningful words
But he's not really there
He's tracing the plan
Deftly etching in his mind
The bloodless, faceless crime

All day Thursday
Such a moral man
All day Thursday
Does the best he can

He drives to the office
On the freeway to hell
But the computer program
He's written so well
Will reward him when no one
Acknowledged his good
So thinks this Robin Hood

All day Thursday
Such a moral man
All day Thursday
Does the best he can

Logging on
He types, "Good afternoon
Please access file 9302"

(The Evil One):
You will be a rich man

(Christ):
Father, I do not ask You
To take them out of the world
But to guard them from the evil one

He enters the proper password
In F-R-E-E-D-O-M

(The Evil One):
You will be a rich, be a rich man

(Christ):
Friend, a house united will stand
But a house divided against itself
Will surely fall

He transfers the funds
He logs off, it's done

(The Evil One):
Be a rich man!

(Christ):
Beloved, avoid greed!
Possessions do not guarantee life!

Of the audit trail
There's not a single trace

(The Evil One):
You will be a rich man

(Christ):
Simon! Simon!
The evil one has asked for you
To sift you like wheat!

Disappeared through
An electric hole in space

(The Evil One):
A rich man

(Christ):
But I have prayed for you, and you
When once you have turned again

I am a rich man

Such effort to open
The police station door
When a part of him screams
"Now I've evened the score"
His successful deception
Has ravaged his soul
And guilt has taken hold

His confession spews out
Full of poisonous rot
Of all that he should be
And all he's not
His tears wash away
All desire to fight
He finally sleeps tonight

All day Thursday
Such a moral man
All day Thursday
Does the best he can