Poke the body with a stick roll it down Ignore the moaning as it tumbles to the ground Be brave and save your day These days are cold Numbers rule I've been told The pattern is clear better fit in the mould Be brave and save your day To cough up sympathy isn't hard but it costs Hold tight to your life savings You have to do what you must To save your day So poke the body and roll it down The grave looks cold but we're still young
