Ya Después de Muerto

After you're dead, after you're dead
After you're dead, not everything's the same
A cold grave is what awaits you
It's all over, you've reached the end

Those friends who said so seriously
Here’s my hand, this is my friendship
It’s all just a story, not a word is true
Pure hypocrisy, pure falsehood

Those women who cried out
You’re my life, you’re my love
They cover the guy's eye for a bit
And then the next one comes, the pain is gone

Don’t go believing in a strong hug
From a friend, a tight squeeze
A friend is a weight you carry with you
That can even bail you out of jail

I hope you don’t go through an experience
Like the one I’m telling you in this song
It feels really crappy when one day you’re let down
By someone you trusted, what a disappointment

Let the one who fits wear the sack
And let them analyze their way of being
I’ve got all sizes, in all colors
Here’s the bag, come pick your choice