Priests and foold say we are but animate clay, but rude 
vessels housing immortal souls
But the dead only quickly decay
They don't go about being born and reborn
And rising and falling like souffle
The dead only quickly decay
It would be swell to see some folks burn in Hell
But when they go, it's just as pleasant to know
That the dead only quickly decay
They don't go about being born and reborn
And rising and falling like souffle
The dead only quickly decay