Here lies the body of Francisco False
Taken from the morgue to be
Painstakingly painted like a porcelain doll
"The Guy was all laughs... all balls"
Droogs chuckle in the funeral parlor hall
Inflated ego turned to a
Bloated ballon of a corpse
Hail combed to the left
Ran off road
Off course
Of course
Last place in the Rat Race
Learned to lie for sport
Now he lies in a coffin
In a suit too tight and short

Blown away by the game
Three sheets to the wind
Bent body backward in a last attempt to win
What a sin
How it's contagious
The feeling of a gamble lasting ages
Music notеs engraved on tombstones of thе fallen famous

Face it
Probably should have gotten that facelift
Probably should have worked out and made a hit
Prolly should have bought a new dick
Prolly should have married her
But now she's standing over your awfully rotting body at your burial
Time to go home
Night takes us
Every single one
Down to the ground
No Tomorrow

People are equally ephemeral creatures
Seeking to fix inevitable evils
Failing together
Feeble Monkeys
Daydream believers
Kneeling below steeples
Built by poor hands
For rich preachers
Gods And CEOs

There's no sequel
They sold us a sequel

Somebody's always
Killing the planet
By working to cure men from death
Fighting against a natural end
I'm not impressed
It's never enough
There's never a best
But
None of us really matter in the end
Do we?

In the deepest spaces
We're just matter & waste
Vomiting art into pitch black dark from these simian brains

But, truly
To one another I know that we're gods and kings
Whores and mothers and frauds in wigs
And stars
All believing in short term things
It's ominous isn't it?
Thinking about our overall lack of significance
"This won't last forever"
One of the only promises that I'll ever sing