The Final Lies

The Final Lies

I cannot wait for my funeral

Yes, I am going to be there

Sitting on the casket lid

A bottle of Jack in one hand

And a big old fat joint in the other

I will listen to every eulogy

And laugh at every one

I was not the great guy they talk about

I never was

I was a jerk and proud of it

But I can laugh

I know where I am going

And with all of the lies being told

I know that I won’t be alone

All of my friends will come down to join me

Maybe some sooner than later