Poke the body with a stick roll it down

Ignore the moaning

as it tumbles to the ground

Be brave and save your day

 

These days are cold

Numbers rule I've been told

The pattern is clear better fit in the mold

 

Be brave and save your day

To cough up sympathy isn't hard but it costs

Hold tight to your life savings

 

You have to do

what you must to save your day

So poke the body and roll it down

The grave looks cold but we're still young

we're still young