Okay - I'Ll Settle For Cremation

They knew a secret that we've not yet found Indians placed their dead in burial mounds or laid them to rest in beds above ground where the Great Spirit walks and nature abounds Blame arrogant Pharaohs who made the request to preserve their bodies, 'twas cocky at best Be-gone foul mummies! 'Tis the end of thy quest! Take a float down the Nile! Make room for the rest! Reserved parking spots are clearly unwise We'll run out of room before the world dies Imagine God peering down with a gasp of surprise viewing one giant graveyard beneath His blue skies Forget the autopsy, don't waste your red tape By-pass parlor-homes that paupers escape No need for insurance or credit card rape no bankrupting service, no coffin to drape Re-cycle me please, no soul wants to see a porcelain shell of what I used to be Let me melt in good soil and help sprout a new tree Let me rest in cool earth and rot naturally