Lyrics
Life.
by David Rheins
We continue to grow
way after we’re dead
Our skin and our hair
still continue to shed
Our spirits may have lifted
clear out of our heads
but the buggies inside of us are fruitful,
they multiply, they spread,
a regular rock and roll circus
of parasitic, primordial ooze
a boisterous, gaseous, cacophonous stew
Yes, the living goes on inside of us
quite after we’re gone
and it makes me wonder
just what has moved on?
2006