I Hope You're Never Crushed By Something Heavy
More and more I see you stain your soul
Godless life, cartoons and rock and roll
Friday night-woo-put on yer red gown
And slide into the darkness on the edge of town
The afterlife for heathens can be scary
So I hope you're never crushed by something heavy
In my mind, in ethereal space
I see you under me with a melting face
Round and round until you're all but saved
I had some kids and pressed it on them till they caved
Satan waits for you under my Chevy
So I hope you're never crushed by something heavy
I nurture my addiction on my new Dell laptop
But when I pray, I can hear a little plop
I never said a word about the complications
Office jobs, trials and tribulations
The afterlife for heathens can be hairy
So I hope you're never crushed by something heavy.