Waiting Till The Fat Lady Sings

Certain people should swallow their tongues, before embarrassing themselves again. They say Poop Eaters Anonymous is still looking for a few good men. Some people will die quite young, and leave behind a nice-looking corpse. Sometimes you're the head of the animal; other times, you're the back of the horse. I insulted my image in the mirror, I thought it looked a little bit off. It's not the coffin, they carry you off in; but the fact that you died, of a cough. I stayed late and played very hard, while they laughed, as though were a game; The new rules are, make up as you go, and never, ever give them your real name. We're shallow, predictable, and fickle; our species is well past it's prime- And if the fat lady sings, we'll buy the whole farm; if you're rich enough, nothing’s a crime.