For some reason the Cat seems to have lost the rest of Leon Rosselson's song:

There once was a man who saw
The world as a cellar with bones on the floor,
Slime on the ceiling, grime on the door
And a stench of corruption like a running sore-

   He was a good man, he was a saint,
   He was a good man, he was a saint.

On that door, a sign that said,
He who enters here must die,
And on the other side it read-
You can buy anything here with a lie.

   He was a good man, he was a saint,
   He was a good man, he was a saint.

What an evil place, the young man cried,
Where are the flowers I used to see?
Where is a place that I can hide?
Where is the love that they promised me?

   He was a good man, he was a saint,
   He was a good man, he was a saint.

So the young man said, I will fight alone,
I will keep myself pure, I will never give in,
To touch anything would be to condone,
To touch anything would be a sin.

   He was a good man, he was a saint,
   He was a good man, he was a saint.

Uncontaminated, he
Shone like silver on a heap of dung,
He was a beacon of purity-
He was a saint- and he died very young.

   He was a good man, he was a saint,
   He was a good man, he was a saint.