Rest In Peace

Stuart

My name it is Matthews, and I've got it made

A memorial maker - it's a profitable trade

I don't solicit business; there's no point in trying

What I like about my customers - they just keep on dying

Here lies Frederick, mourned by his wife

He lead a blameless life

He couldn't win the way she treated him

His gravestone should have read

Here lies Fred - he's better off dead

Rest in peace, rest in peace

My name it is Matthews, and I've got it made

A memorial maker - it's a profitable trade

They bring the names of husbands, they bring the names of wives

They want me to perpetuate their awful, dreary lives

Here lies John, run over by a bus

He was loved by all of us

His time on earth, what was it worth

When all is said and done?

Here lies John - we're rather glad he's gone.

Rest in peace, rest in peace

They come to me and spend all they've got

'Cause it costs quite a lot to be remembered

They think it is the only way

What would the neighbors say anyway?

It's so prestigious, even though you're not religious

Maybe one day I will carve a stone

Big enough for everyone

And written there for those who care

In letters ten feet high:

\"Here they lie who were born to die\"

Rest in peace, rest in peace

Rest in peace, rest in peace now my friend, it's the end

Rest in peace, rest in peace now my friend, it's the end

My name it is Matthews, and I've got it made

A memorial maker - it's a profitable trade