Tom Waits - After You Die lyrics

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Like a tin can feedingLike a skinned hand bleedingLike a tramp choir cryingLike a camp fire dyingLike a big dog breedingLike a pig hog feedingLike a top hat tippingLike a dropped rat skippingLike a tin horn glowingLike a gin storm blowingLike a neck tie flappingLike a rich guy clappingLike a big fool crawlingLike a rig tool fallingLike a back door squeakingLike a crack whore tweakingWhat is it like?What is it like after we die?Like a string that's brokenLike a thing that's smokingLike a blue flame burningLike a new brain learningLike more cold coffeeLike a poor old softieLike a declining graveyardLike a shining brave starLike a child that's faintingLike a wild ass paintingWhat is it like?What is it like after we die?