Poke the body with a stick roll it down 

Ignore the moaning as it tumbles to the ground 

Be brave and save your day 

These days are cold 

Numbers rule I've been told 

The pattern is clear better fit in the mould 

Be brave and save your day 

To cough up sympathy isn't hard but it costs 

Hold tight to your life savings 

You have to do what you must 

To save your day 

So poke the body and roll it down 

The grave looks cold but we're still young