Deathmates

Put your feet in the bathtub
Put your hands on the radio
And feel the power of the Lord!

Baby, when I'm dead and gone
I won't need all these shiny things
So drop me in a plywood box
A hole so I can reach through to you

You'll be next to me, holding my hand, sweet decomposition
We'll be deathmates, baby, after we're gone

Earthworms and bacteria
Restore us with your entropy
Send our carbon back into the soil
To grow the lemons and radishes

You'll be next to me, holding my hand, sweet decomposition
We'll be deathmates, baby, aftеr we're gone
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You'll be next to me, holding my hand, sweet decomposition
We'll be deathmates, baby, after we're gone
We'll be deathmates, baby, after we're gone
We'll be deathmates, baby, after we're gone