We're Working For A Nice Coffin

Many of us are killing ourselves for a luxurious coffin When we die, we will abandon the Austin Martin The Rolex watches, the diamond rings, the mansion And the gold, and platinum bracelets. With nothing We came on earth, and we'll leave with a nice outfit We will be resting for a century in the mausoleum We will be short of ninety years, in order to sit Or to qualify to be transferred to the museum Time, on earth, is really short and ephemeral We ought to work and enjoy life on the same level Because when it is time to return home; everything Will stay behind, all the hard-fought earthly possessions We won't be able to hide, for the next day, a single thing Honors, money, cars, bonds, stocks, and the stock options.