In the afterlife

You could be headed for the serious strife

Now you make the scene all day

But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay

People listen attentively

I mean about future calamity

I used to think the idea was obsolete

Until I heard the old man stamping his feet

This is a place where eternally

Fire is applied to the body

Teeth are extruded and bones are ground

And baked into cakes which are passed around

In the afterlife

You could be headed for the serious strife

Now you make the scene all day

But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay

Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement , job skill and brain

And all the things you try to hide

Will be revealed on the other side.

In the afterlife

You could be headed for the serious strife

Now you make the scene all day

But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay

Now the D and A and the M and the N and the A

And the T and the I-O-N

Lose your face

Lose your name

And get fitted for a suit of flames