Afterlife

Said she’s sweet enough to take your breath away

But smart enough to bring it back

CPR on your breathless days

Smokers cough, he smoked the pack

Ring o' roses 'round the fire

Dandelions, dead satire

Made a dad joke, laugh required

Tough crowd, no laugh required

I build my grave

Next to yours

And carve our names

Hand in hand, no rent to pay

Afterlife is where we’ll play

Where we’ll play

I build my grave

Next to yours

And carve our names

Hand in hand, no rent to pay

Afterlife is where we’ll play

Where we’ll play

Bit of chitter and chatter, flattery, I know how to flatter

The white beard wizard to get to heaven as a matter of fact

I pitter-pattered my way to his good books

Said he lost some weight now he looks too good

But if I die tomorrow would you save my spirit?

Or would you drink it down?

The liquor’s got a limit

They say I’ve only got another seven minutes

Bob the Builder built my grave

I build my grave

Next to yours

And carve our names

Hand in hand, no rent to pay

Afterlife is where we’ll play

Where we’ll play

I build my grave

Next to yours

And carve our names

Hand in hand, no rent to pay

Afterlife is where we’ll play

Where we’ll play

And I’m running wild

And I’m running down

And I’ve been around

I build my grave

Next to yours

And carve our names

Hand in hand, no rent to pay

Afterlife is where we’ll play

Where we’ll play

I build my grave

Next to yours

And carve our names

Hand in hand, no rent to pay

Afterlife is where we’ll play

Where we’ll play