text: 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 thats broken
  Like a thing thats 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 thats fainting
  Like a wild ass painting
  What is it like?
  What is it like after we die?