In the afterlife
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You could be headed for the serious strife
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Now you make the scene all day
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But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay
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People listen attentively
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I mean about future calamity
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I used to think the idea was obsolete
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Until I heard the old man stamping his feet
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This is a place where eternally
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Fire is applied to the body
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Teeth are extruded and bones are ground
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And baked into cakes which are passed around
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In the afterlife
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You could be headed for the serious strife
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Now you make the scene all day
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But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay
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Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement, job skill and brain
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And all the things you try to hide
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Will be revealed on the other side.
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In the afterlife
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You could be headed for the serious strife
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Now you make the scene all day
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But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay
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Now the D and A and the M and the N and the A
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And the T and the I-O-N
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Lose your face
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Lose your name
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And get fitted for a suit of flames.
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Now the D and A and the M and the N and the A
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And the T and the I-O-N
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Lose your face
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Lose your name
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And get fitted for a suit of flames.
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Hell
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