Saw a body burning, on the bank of a Nepalese river
Those guys know how they feel about death
Saw a dolls face in a coffin, "she looks like she's asleep"
Avoiding the issue in Chicago, that one is dead, deal with it.
Laughable tears in a pet cemetery, oh dear, Butch is dead
He should have learned that cars hurt, dumb dog.
Goldfish flushed to the eternal blue water beyond
Faeces and piss, the winged angel turds keep it company
My old tortoise speedy now helps my cancerous spin
He has been a much more faithful ashtray than he ever was a pet
Hamburgers ain't dead and bacon never oinked and squealed
It's all born sello-wrapped and half cooked, price tag on it's arse
"how are you Adam, with the loss of Uncle Arthur?"
"He's dead, not lost" was not the answer they were after
I am not desirous of death, not for me, mine or indeed most folks
But I'll not ignore it's reality, not for a second, life is nothing
Unless you recognize that it is without question going to stop.
We are all just sentences and each one has a fullstop
I hope mine has not too many commas, they're too much like heart attacks.