Sounds like a party, but it smells like death
Junkies OD-ing again from meth
Girls dancing round with half a head
Let's f*ck ourselves up cause we're already dead
Up on the stage, a three piece dead band
You're missing a limb so take my hand
I'm feeling alive
Despite the lack of blood that doesn't course through my veins
I'm feeling alright
Better than I was alive anyway
Don't know where I am
But I know what I want
Don't know where I am
But it's turning out to be an afterlife jam
The drummer is going loud
He's got nothing to lose so he's going all out
Bassist having the time of his life
Ironic, isn't it
Given he's not alive
Guitarist rockin hard and he's rockin fast
He's rockin as if yesterday was his last
I'm falling all over the place
Maybe I can't dance or I'm too drunk
Falling over, but that's okay
Pain is a ship that already sunk
No halos round here
We ain't got no wings, no this ain't a sham
No angels round here
We're just having fun making sin in the afterlife jam
Afterlife jam
Afterlife jam
(We're)
Dead
Dead
The question still remains:
I don't know where I am
But I find myself dancing in the afterlife jam
Starting to feel like I don't give a damn
Smoking worries away in the afterlife jam
Stumble on a corps and I say, "Sorry ma'am, most nights I'm not a necrophile, but tonight I am"
Throw her in the bedroom, close the door with a slam
And the night ends with a bang in the afterlife jam
Afterlife jam
Afterlife jam
Afterlife jam