You drag your bones across the Earth
Like everyone who dragged theirs first
A speech, a prayer, a stone to read
A wooden case for worms to eat
Corpses met with Hallmark afterthoughts
Apparently, they're sorry for the loss
It's sad, but true, and tough for you
Your brain's synaptic buzz is through
Exist to die and still live on
To haunt the ones who done you wrong
Twenty grams of weight and the soul's escaped
You're coming back a duck or an ape
Twenty grams of weight and the soul's escaped
You're coming back a duck or an ape
