Well I always kind of like to be surprised
I don't wanna be told what happens after I die
Death like a mystery gift wrapped up in a box
Sent from infinity and stamped with question marks
Everyone's got theirs and I've got mine
People shake it, weigh it, discuss it all the time
I tend to think there's nothing at all in it
But it's cool that I could find out any minute

And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk
'Cos I don't want to hear the corpses talk
I don't wanna hear them [bad word] [bad word] Or discuss how much they want to eat my brain

And I always kind of like to be surprised
I don't wanna be told what happens after I die
Yeah, I don't want to hear the corpses talk
And I'll whistle past the graveyard when I walk

(Whistling)

Well if we lived forever we'd really wanna find out
But what a relief, we all die, so there's nothing to worry about
Some people say life is empty
Some say it's meaningless
Some say that isn't such a bad thing (yes it is)
Some say I'm wrong and I'll die and go to [bad word] But I'd be happy just knowing there was a point so it's just as well
People assume you'll suffer there
They just think you're selfish
But if I was in [bad word] I'd be happy knowing other people were in heaven
It would make [bad word] not so hellish

And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk
'Cos I don't want to hear the corpses talk
But I want black ants (?) across my path if I pick up bad pennies (?)
I say if there's monsters in my closet [bad word] and get me

Yeah, but I always kind of like to be surprised
I don't wanna be told what happens after I die
No, I don't want to hear the corpses talk
And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk