Tom Waits

After You Die
Like a tin can feeding like a skinned hand bleeding like a tramp choir crying like a camp fire dying like a big dog breeding like a pig hog feeding like a top hat tipping like a dropped rat skipping like a tin horn glowing like a gin storm blowing like a neck tie flapping like a rich guy clapping like a big fool crawling like a rig tool falling like a back door squeaking like a crack whore tweaking what is it like? what is it like after we die? like a string that´s brocken like a thing that´s smoking like a blue flame burning like a new brain learning like more cold coffee like a poor old softie like a declining graveyard like a shining brave star Letras de cancioneslike a child that´s fainting like a wild ass painting what is it like? what is it like after we die? (Thanks to Lutz for these lyrics) From Letras Mania