We the living keep occupied
Punch your ticket, enjoy the ride
The pleasure’s finished before it’s begun
You can’t remember if it was fun
Tiny insights flash and go
And disappear before you know
It doesn’t matter when you’re through
Because the dead just want to screw
Those special moments
So quickly gone
Don’t mean a thing to
Those who’ve passed on
Maybe you think when you’ve lived
You will love and you’ll forgive
Catch your breath and say thank you
But the dead want is to screw
The ambitious seek out strife
Toil and triumph make up their life
Other people turn to art
Or think that books will make them smart
Maybe if you wrote a novel
Life will not seem quite so awful
You could express your point of view
But the dead just want to screw
We all seek honor
To be loved and admired
But none of that matters
Once you’ve expired
You can be gentle, good and kind
Which can give you piece of mind
However many good deeds you do
All the dead want is to screw
Punch your ticket, enjoy the ride
The pleasure’s finished before it’s begun
You can’t remember if it was fun
Tiny insights flash and go
And disappear before you know
It doesn’t matter when you’re through
Because the dead just want to screw
Those special moments
So quickly gone
Don’t mean a thing to
Those who’ve passed on
Maybe you think when you’ve lived
You will love and you’ll forgive
Catch your breath and say thank you
But the dead want is to screw
The ambitious seek out strife
Toil and triumph make up their life
Other people turn to art
Or think that books will make them smart
Maybe if you wrote a novel
Life will not seem quite so awful
You could express your point of view
But the dead just want to screw
We all seek honor
To be loved and admired
But none of that matters
Once you’ve expired
You can be gentle, good and kind
Which can give you piece of mind
However many good deeds you do
All the dead want is to screw
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they're screwing now
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