Why don’t you transcend
And call this your home
Sign here for weekends
Until it’s time to start all over

I’ve been dead my whole life
Dressing up in faux ties
Waiting for the red line
Here it comes, my white light

No fire nor demons nor anything good
Could keep me from going out of style
And you from noticing the difference

I’ve been dead my whole life
Dressing up in faux ties
Waiting for the red line
Here it comes, my white light
Save up ‘til your last breath
And a little for your grandkids
Money’s everything but
It’s better once you leave it