If you die today

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    Ah, I can see them now
    Clutching a handkerchief
    And blowing me a kiss
    Discreetly asking how?
    How come he died so young?
    Or was he very old?
    Is the body still warm?
    Is it already cold?
    All doors are open wide
    They poke around inside
    My desk, my drawers, my trunk
    There's nothing left to hide
    Some love letters are there
    And an old photograph
    They've laid my poor soul bare
    And all they do is laugh
    Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha!
    Ah, I can see them all
    So formal and so stiff
    Like a sergeant-at-arms
    At the policeman's ball
    And everybody's pushing
    To be the first in line
    Their hearts upon their sleeves
    Like a ten-cent valentine
    The old women are there
    Too old to give a damn
    They even brought the kids
    Who don't know who I am
    They're thinking about the price
    Of my funeral bouquet
    What they're thinking isn't nice
    'Cause now they'll have to pay
    Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha
    Ah, I see all of you
    All of my phony friends
    Who can't wait till it ends
    Who can't wait till it's through
    Oh, I see all of you
    You've been laughing all these years
    And now all that you have left
    Are a few crocodile tears
    Ah, you don't even know
    That you're entering your hell
    As you leave my cemetery
    And you think you're doing well
    With that one who's at your side
    You're as proud as you can be
    Ah, she's going to make you cry
    But not the way you cried for me
    Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha
    Ah, I can see me now
    So cold and so alone
    As the flowers slowly die
    In my field of little bones
    Ah, I can see me now
    I can see me at the end
    Of this voyage that I' m on
    Without a love, without a friend
    Now all this that I see
    Is not what I deserve
    They really have a nerve
    To say these things to me
    No, girls, just bread and water
    All your money you must save
    Or there'll be nothing left for us
    When you're dead and in your grave
    Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, há!!

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