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