The Dead Only Quickly

Priests and foold say we are but animate clay, but rude vessels housing immortal souls

But the dead only quickly decay

They don't go about being born and reborn

And rising and falling like souffle

The dead only quickly decay

It would be swell to see some folks burn in Hell

But when they go, it's just as pleasant to know

That the dead only quickly decay

They don't go about being born and reborn

And rising and falling like souffle

The dead only quickly decay