Thistopia

When you're old and run down, what happens when you die?

Not your soul but the dust and the ashes and the like

After that time you've passed on and they're scattered and they lie

Under the grass in a casket for time

Until the last of your atoms has gone back to the matter

That it had been a part of when the planet was gas dust

At the instant you're officially a corpse

This list of sick things begins kicking in with force

The tempature of your body's inner core falls

And this event is called algor mortis

It's thought this happens cos your pulse has flattened

So it halts the passage of the warmth and that

But if you thought that that was a nauseous fact

Then I ought to inform you what also happens

The muscles in your ass pack up and relax

So that all of that crap just stacks up in your pants

Your blood runs back under the gravitational pull

Then thickens and begins to coagulate plus

Skin pallid, limbs all stiff

This is called rigor mortis

When you die

Don't even bother thinking about floating to heaven

When you die

You won't burn in hell but you might roast in an oven

When you die

Don't even bother thinking of eternal paradise

When you die

You'll just be fertilising grass in this so-called afterlife

After twenty-four hours or so

You actually eventually swell up and bloat

The gases inside you can't come out so they only

Keep amassing 'til you're either really fat or explode

But don't laugh, cos I mean it, that isn't a joke

It'll happen to the Queen and the average bloke

Bacteria starts devouring both

Flesh and fat from your anatomy, out of your clothes

Then it's down to the crows to come down and carry on

Lunch out on carrion down to the bone

Now you should know that even bones decompose

If you leave them over an aeon or so

There will be no trace of your dead corpse

You'll be feeding potatoes and absorbed

Dug up and eaten off a plate with salad raw

I'm sorry to say I'm afraid that's the law

Actions have reactions so it has to stop

Every man since Adam's travelled back to the cosmos

Rock to iron to steel and back to rust

Ash to ash and dust to dust

Ashes to ashes

And dust to dust

Ashes to ashes

And dust to dust

When you die

Don't even bother thinking about floating to heaven

When you die

You won't burn in hell but you might roast in an oven

When you die

Don't even bother thinking of eternal paradise

When you die

You'll just be fertilising grass in this so-called afterlife