Isn’t it funny what death is?
What does it change?
Does it make us poorer?
Richer? Happier or sad?
Negative or mad?
What’s the first thing on our mind?
What did this person leave behind?
All the treasures you have to go through
Most of it junk, now they are through
What about the cockroaches that want a part
The fuckers that were never there from the fucking start
Why is everything money, what do they want?
Just their part of it, of course it belongs
Funny thing death, it’s never the same
If it wasn’t complicated it would be lame