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When the sun starts to set,

look across the field, night or day,

And I bet you a quid you will say;

"Wonder what 'appens when you get to the end, do we fuck off up to 'eaven,

or just... end?"

And to that I'll reply

"Yes you will die, but please don't cry,

but unless youre trippin',

the only God you'll be tippin'

will be the maggot eatin' yer eye.

Bodies they function,

then we get to that junction,

we choose no direction,

we die.

The heart it stops pumpin'

our legs they stop jumpin'

and the nits in our hair move next door.

We just fall over,

blood splattered,

skull then smashes,

hits the floor.

There's no terrestrial contact,

no angels or wings in the contract,

we just stop workin'

yer dicks ya stop jerkin'

and the worms eat us all in one day."

"This aint fair" You may say,

but at the end of th' day,

who wants to live forever

in fluffy white clouds?