No Shape for the Afterlife

Dropped some toast into the toaster, lost a lot of good men that day
Seeded loaf-coated armor, protects you from death, they say
But out springs white bread crispy, so now it's time to die
What are you gonna do in the sky? A party's too loud. Never mind, I'll take a crossword and some shepherd's pie

Don't let the angels see me like this, I'm in no shape for the afterlife
You can throw away the rags and scrub away the piss, but you'll need a strong carving knife
If there are virgins waiting above, I'll buy them a first time, they deserve better than my locking spine
And if these virgins are mine, please drop me away from my wife, and if she said the same, please tell her I hate her

How dare she
How dare she
How dare she
How dare she



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Gee
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