When You Die Your Eyes Pop Out

When you die your eyes pop out
Your head becomes a mushy lump
Your stomach is an empty sac
And bugs crawl up and down your back

You just lay there and you never have to speak
And there's nothing you should hear
There's no difference between a minute or a week
Or a month or a year

Some folks say that when you die
Your soul goes on to another place
Others beg to differ
And they say this world is all there is

Then there's others who can never quite decide
Though perhaps one day they will
It's quite difficult unless you see the slide
From the bottom of the hill