Dead Afterwards

Joking 'bout the way that no one needs to hear
You've found out your alibi is crystal clear
No one understands and no one says a thing
Shake your dumb and lock you in a soothing green

There's no way they'll know when you're dead

City bus and angel dust the king is dead
Swarming blackness coming like a burning bed
Out of sight and out of mind your job is done
All alone and drunk and shouting with a gun

You're the one who decides how the nights really gonna end
Six o'clock on the dot when they stop and you knock on your stupid friend