It's easy to pity the dead man
& poke him with a stick
Let's all stand around & shake our heads
We must be doing so much better
More water cooler cannon fodder
To divert from day to day banality
Just a metaphor for dreams
Washed ashore, pale
Some people think they got it all figured out
Some people got it coming
& some people are lucky to be dead
That day's coming real soon, on that we can agree
Just between you and me
I'll see you in your dreams