After You Die Paroles

Like a tin can feeding
like a skinned hand bleeding
like a tramp choir crying
like a camp fire dying
like a big dog breeding
like a pig hog feeding
like a top hat tipping
like a dropped rat skipping
like a tin horn glowing
like a gin storm blowing
like a neck tie flapping
like a rich guy clapping
like a big fool crawling
like a rig tool falling
like a back door squeaking
like a crack whore tweaking
what is it like?
what is it like after we die?
like a string that´s brocken
like a thing that´s smoking
like a blue flame burning
like a new brain learning
like more cold coffee
like a poor old softie
like a declining graveyard
like a shining brave star
like a child that´s fainting
like a wild ass painting
what is it like?
what is it like after we die?

(Thanks to Lutz for these lyrics)