You drag your bones accross 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
20 grams of weight and the soul's escaped
You're coming back a duck or an ape