Priests and fools say,nWe are but animate clay.nWe're crude vessels,nHousing immortal souls.nnBut the dead only quickly decay,nThey dont go about being born and reborn,nAnd rising and falling like souffle,nThe dead only quickly decay.nnIt would be swell,nTo see some folk burn in hell.nBut when they go,nIts just as pleseant to know.nnThat the dead only quickly decaynThey dont go about being born and reborn,nAnd rising and falling like souffle,nThe dead only quickly decay.nn