Oh cremation is for bastard sons.
Your dead calories are for everyone.
Trees grow tomorrow, cuz' you die today.
Just ask any fellow, and you know he'll say,

Oh cremation is for bastard sons.
Your dead calories are for everyone.
Trees grow tomorrow, cuz' you die today.
Just ask any fellow, and you know he'll say,

Oh cremation is for bastard sons.
Your dead calories are for everyone.
Trees grow tomorrow, cuz' you die today.
Just ask any fellow, and you know he'll say,

Oh cremation is for bastard sons.
Your dead calories are for everyone.
Trees grow tomorrow, cuz' you die today.
Yes, trees grow tomorrow, cuz' you die today,
Yes, trees grow tomorrow, cuz' you die today,
to bury yourself is the only way! Hey!