"Afterlife" lyrics

Said she's sweet enough to take your breath away
But smart enough to bring it back
CPR on your breathless days
Smoker's cough, he smoked the pack
Ring-a-roses 'round the fire
Dandelions, dead satire
Made a dad joke, laugh required
Tough crowd, no laugh required

Build my grave, next to yours
And carve our names
Hand in hand, no rent to pay
Afterlife is where we'll play, where we'll play

Build my grave, next to yours
And carve our names
Hand in hand, no rent to pay
Afterlife is where we'll play, where we'll play

Bit of chitter and chatter
Flattery, I know how to flatter
The white-beard wizard, to get to heaven
That's the matter of fact
I pitter-patter my way to his good books
Said he lost some weight, but he looks too good
But if I die tomorrow, would you save my spirit?
Or would you drink it down, the liquor's got a limit
They say I've only got another seven minutes
Bob the Builder, built my grave

Build my grave, next to yours
And carve our names
Hand in hand, no rent to pay
Afterlife is where we'll play, where we'll play

Build my grave, next to yours
And carve our names
Hand in hand, no rent to pay
Afterlife is where we'll play, where we'll play

And I'm running wild
And I'm running down
And I've been around
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Build my grave, next to yours
And carve our names
Hand in hand, no rent to pay
Afterlife is where we'll play, where we'll play
Build my grave, next to yours
And carve our names (Put it next to yours)
Hand in hand, no rent to pay
Afterlife is where we'll play, where we'll play