Too Much Makeup

All the sorrows
 All the heroes
 All the failures
 Come to pasture
 When you die
 You're successful
 There's a manual
 You get married
 Then get buried
 Then you die
 And the squalor
 For a dollar
 Makes you harder
 You get smaller
 Till you die
 Put on too much makeup
 Wear your finest clothes
 Lay down in a casket
 For everyone you know
 You've got spirit
 And you mean it
 And it smells just
 Like Nirvana
 When you die
 Grab a shot gun
 If you got one
 There's a reason
 Conspira season
 When you die
 In the soil
 You will spoil
 And get reborn
 And return on
 When you die
 Put on too much makeup
 Wear your finest clothes
 Lay down in a casket
 For everyone you know
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