After You Die lyrics

Like a tin can feeding

Like a skinned hand bleeding

Like a tramp choir crying

Like a camp fire dying

Like a big dog breeding

Like a pig hog feeding

Like a top hat tipping

Like a dropped rat skipping

Like a tin horn glowing

Like a gin storm blowing

Like a neck tie flapping

Like a rich guy clapping

Like a big fool crawling

Like a rig tool falling

Like a back door squeaking

Like a crack whore tweaking

What is it like?

What is it like after we die?

Like a string that's broken

Like a thing that's smoking

Like a blue flame burning

Like a new brain learning

Like more cold coffee

Like a poor old softie

Like a declining graveyard

Like a shining brave star

Like a child that's fainting

Like a wild ass painting

What is it like?

What is it like after we die?