The Afterlife

Permanent smiles like two reptiles eating flies

Turning up dials

Like audiophiles hearing with their eyes

Reading and writing and ultimate fighting

When you lay down with dogs you lay with my dogs

Scratching and biting is oh so exciting

When you lay down with dogs you lay with my dogs

There is no exodus in the afterlife (the afterlife)

There is no point to this in the afterlife (the afterlife)

(Life)

(Music)

(Life)

De-materialise and hide your greatest failing

Open up your eyes and fantasise your sailing

Cleaning and scrubbing will greatly improve this

If you lay down with dogs you lay with my dogs

Bouncing and clubbing’s the new kind of hubris

If you lay down with dogs you lay with my dogs

There is no consequence in the afterlife (the afterlife)

There is no border fence in the afterlife (the afterlife)

There is no consequence in the afterlife (the afterlife)

There is no border fence in the afterlife (the afterlife)