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 broken
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?
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 broken 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? Explain Request ×
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