Em (x2)
                 Em
      Like a tin can feeding, like a skinned hand bleeding
                 Am                                     Em
      Like a tramp choir crying, like a camp fire dying
                 B7                                   Em
      Like a big dog breeding, like a pig hog feeding

      Like a top hat tipping, like a dropped rat skipping
      Like a tin horn glowing, like a gin storm blowing
      Like a neck tie flapping, like a rich guy clapping

      Like a big fool crawling, like a rig tool falling
      Like a back door squeaking, like a crack whore tweaking

                      B7
                      What is it like?
                                                            Em
                      What is it like after we die?
                                                                      Em (x4)

      Like a string that's broken, like a thing that's smoking
      Like the blue flame burning, like a new brain learning
      Like more cold coffee, like a poor old softie

      Like a declining graveyard, like a shining brave star
      Like a child that's fainting, like a wild ass painting

                      What is it like?
                      What is it like after we die?