We're all dead everyone is fucked in the head.

I'm dead, you're dead, everyone is dead. So what is the afterlife like people? Is it yellow and smelling like vanilla? Is it just another day in paradise? Are there boys there, who actually know how to love? Will we be lovable? Will we be boys who love boys and will there be a swimming pool? To keep us cool, in the eternal sunshine, I'll be there. People are bewildered as they die, so I'm told, like stunned mullets. And then they're cold, gone away, maybe they've woken to the light of day in some other clime some other way. Will there be horses galloping wild in the eternal home of the eternal child? Children are cool, I know, I'm no fool, god may seem to threaten me beyond all damnation, and what is beyond? Just Narcissus reflected in a pond. God enthralled by his own visage, but tell me where do the children play? I know I'm dead now, in a lucid dream, in a lucid death, but I'm still breathing the fresh air on the fresh earth, and I know what that's worth. And the breakers break, now I'm awake I'm alive, play Joe Jackson Jumping Jive, why is this boy kissing my hand, I glimpsed Michael Jackson is this Neverland? No it's now and forever-land, you hum it I'll play it, I know what you're saying, take me to where the kids are playing... peterkins~