Rest Employed The Stupendium

[Verse 1]
One-fifty one-thousand, six-hundred people die
Every day on Earth
And if that's not a reason to cry
Well, it's an awful lot of paperwork
It's your first day at work, how've you settled in?
Shaken off the rigor mortis? Sorted out your pencil tin?
Welcome to our newest resident skeleton
What better heaven than a desk to spend forever in?
Now, your body may be shrivelled up and worthless
At least we know your funeral will be a civil service
Persons so superfluous are living on the surface
It's nothing so perturbing, we're just trimming off the surplus
It isn't murder if you cause a little accident
We prefer to word it as some "mortal middle-management"
There's the door, we've got millions of applicants
Dying for some corporate incorporeal entanglement

[Chorus]
Everything living has to die
But to die, you need not apply
We'll find you when your time's through
Take a number, wait in line
Live your life and we'll be right behind you
Nothing's certain but death and taxes
So I guess you'd better get some practice
Nothing's certain but death and taxes
So I guess you'd better
So I guess you'd better