After Life

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