Priests and fools say
We are but animate clay,
But rude vessels
Housing immortal souls.

But the dead only quickly decay.
They don't go around being born and reborn
And rising and falling like soufflé.
The dead only quickly decay.

It would be swell
To see some folks burn in hell,
But when they go
It's just as pleasant to know

That the dead only quickly decay.
They don't go around being born and reborn
And rising and falling like soufflé.
The dead only quickly decay.