For your sake I hope there is no afterlife   don't look down, don't look down   so you don't see the mess made of your suicide   don't look down, don't look down      I hope there are no radios where you are   cause you don't want to hear what's going on   cancel all your magazine subscriptions   now      somewhere Jimmy Morrison's explaining it   and somewhere there's a talk show being born   and somewhere we're already sick to death of it   yeah      Mom said it was the heroin that did it   newspapers say it was the fame   I say it was the shotgun what's the difference   there won't be another album   shame      somewhere you got someone reading Hemmingway   and somewhere there's a teenager to frown   and somewhere a boy drags guns out of the river   yeah...   don't look down