An epitaph is propaganda for a memory  For people who aren't really worth remembering  Like people with wealth that save it for themselves  A casket is a container that's built to bust  Preventing the inevitable dust to dust  A shell in vain we save  So when I die don't put me in a grave    If my soul goes to another place  Then a grave is a waste of space  Yes, a grave is a waste of space  So don't put me in a grave    As if our cities aren't already crowded enough  We set aside a little green patch in the rough  A place for the dead to rest their heads  While the kids of the city have no place to play  We make sure the dead have a place to stay  A place to rot away