Whistle Past the Graveyard

I always like to be supprised
I don't want to be told
What happens after I die
Death is like a mystery gift
Wraped up in a box
Sent from infinity and stamped
With question marks
Everyones got theres and I've got mine
People shake it, weigh it
Discuss it all the time
I tend to think theres nothing at all in it
But it's cool that I could
Find out any minuete

And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk
Cause I don't wanna hear the corpses talk
I don't wanna hear them grumble and complain
Or disscuss how much they want
To eat my brain

And I always kind of like to be suprised
I don't wanna be told what
Happens after I die
No I don't wanna hear the courpses talk
So I whistle past the graveyard when I walk

Well if we lived for ever we'd
Realy want to find out
But what a relief, we all die
So theres nothing to worry about
Some say that life is empty
Some say it's meaningless
And some say it isn't such a
Bad thing if it is and some say im wrong and
That i'll go to hell
But i'd be happy just knowing that there
Was a point so it's just aswell
Some people assume that youll suffer there
They just think you're selfish
If I was in hell id be glad
Knowing that other people are in heaven
It'd make it no so hellish

And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk
Cause I don't wanna hear the corpses talk
But I want black cats to cross my
Path and I pick up bad pennys
And if theres monsters in my closet
Then come and get me

And I always kind of like to be suprised
I don't wanna be told what
Happens after I die
No I don't wanna hear the courpses talk
So I whistle past the graveyard when I walk