Speak for the living

They have no voice

they trudge thru life

Eating their cream of wheat

or whatever it is they eat

They build cast iron bridges to nowhere 

Uh huh yeah they do

Then they lay out on the roofs and sing

Louis Armstrong tunes

Or listen to Showtunes

In dirty dive bars at one in the afternoon

and talk about how their gall bladder has to be removed

or how they're moving to Puerto Vallarta

After their colonoscopy 

Cheerful stuff like that

You drink a tall Grey Goose martini