An epitaph is propaganda for a memory For people who aren’t really worth remembering Like people with wealth that save it for themselves A casket is a container that’s built to bust Preventing the inevitable dust to dust A shell in vain we save So when I die don’t put me in a grave
If my soul goes to another place Then a grave is a waste of space Yes, a grave is a waste of space So don’t put me in a grave
As if our cities aren’t already crowded enough We set aside a little green patch in the rough A place for the dead to rest their heads While the kids of the city have no place to play We make sure the dead have a place to stay A place to rot awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
