No Plans That Work

I'm thinking about staying dead forever.
Here in the graveyard
with all the fucking corpses.
I think I might feel retarted tonight.

I'm thinking about being naked -
Naked at a funeral?!?
What was I thinking of!?
No, I'll keep my damn clothes on, thank you

I'm picking up hookers in my new hearse;
Bodies in the back fucking
their undead brains out,
I just keep driving, laughing at their undead moans....
'cause I'm just a chauffeur, picking up the prozzies,
All the bodies in the back
Chewing up their prozac
Laughing, smiling I
fall asleep at the wheel...

In my dream
I'm surrounded by nurses
And they all take each others' pulse

When I wake up
I'm in limbo
And in my hand is a broken skull

I'm thinking about planning my funeral:
Open up my casket,
A wasp in the coffin
I must have slipped out and changed the locks.