Whistle Past the Graveyard

Well, I always kind of like to be surprised
I don't want to be told what happens after I die
Death's like a mystery gift-wrapped up in a box
Sent from infinity and stamped with question marks

Everyone's got theirs and I've got mine
People shake it, weigh it, discuss it all the time
I tend to think there's nothing at all in it
But it's cool that I could find out any minute

And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk
'Cause I don't wanna hear the corpses talk
I don't wanna hear them grumble and complain
Or discuss how much they want to eat my brain

And I always kind of like to be surprised
I don't wanna be told what happens after I die
Yeah, I don't wanna hear the corpses talk
And I'll whistle past the graveyard when I walk

Well, if we live forever, we'd really want to find out
But what a relief, we all die, so there's nothing to worry about
Some people say life is empty, some say it's meaningless
Some say that isn't such a bad thing if it is

Some say I'm wrong and I'll die and go to hell
But I'd be happy just knowing there was a point so it's just as well
People assume you'll suffer there, they just think you're selfish
If I was in hell, I'd be happy knowing other people were in heaven
It would make hell not so hell-ish

And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk
'Cause I don't wanna hear the corpses talk
But I want black cats to cross my path and I pick up bad pennies
I say, if there's monsters in my closet then come and get me

Yeah, but, I always kind of like to be surprised
I don't wanna be told what happens after I die
No, I don't wanna hear the corpses talk
And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk