Cobra Skulls Graveyard - Cobra Skulls

An epitaph is propaganda for a memory

For people who aren’t really worth remembering

Like people with wealth that save it for themselves

A casket is a container that’s built to bust

Preventing the inevitable dust to dust

A shell in vain we save

So when I die don’t put me in a grave

If my soul goes to another place

Then a grave is a waste of space

Yes, a grave is a waste of space

So don’t put me in a grave

As if our cities aren’t already crowded enough

We set aside a little green patch in the rough

A place for the dead to rest their heads

While the kids of the city have no place to play

We make sure the dead have a place to stay

A place to rot away