Priests and fools say We are but animate clay, But rude vessels Housing immortal souls. But the dead only quickly decay. They don't go around being born and reborn And rising and falling like soufflé. The dead only quickly decay. It would be swell To see some folks burn in hell, But when they go It's just as pleasant to know That the dead only quickly decay. They don't go around being born and reborn And rising and falling like soufflé. The dead only quickly decay.