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 re-turned on
When you die
Put on too much makeup
Wear your finest clothes
Lay down in a casket
For everyone you know
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die
When you die