Death is just a deep, black hole
You aren’t goin’ to lose your soul
And I ain’t afraid of goin’ down there
In fact I might use the back stair

Sittin’ out here on the picnic table
Not really sure if I’m able
Basket of nuts and a gin and tonic
Perched in my jockeys goin’ supersonic
Just writtin’ these lines
Diggin’ myself in stereophonic