You drag your bones across the Earth

Like everyone who dragged theirs first

A speech, a prayer, a stone to readA 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