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In uncertain hours our forebears lookedTo the more certain power of the Holy Good BookThey opened up a verse then they read out the WordThere was the voice of God and the answer that they heardAs for me I've a less oracular bentSpend most of my timeWondering where my time was spentBut in particular desperation on a Sunday afternoonWhen all I held as good in life was in some random swoonI opened up a book, on the shelf near my BibleOpened up a book for culinary survivalI took a look in The Joy of Cookin'Joy of Cookin', oh, why, oh?If I'm not mistaken, the answer's baconAnswer's bacon, oh, why, oh?So I went and got my frying pan and cooked about a poundMe and my little wife and children sat us downGrace was spoken in that bacon scent profoundAll I had and lost was found Aus Songtexte Mania