Yacht - The Afterlife Lyrics
Land of the empire builders, land of the Golden WestConquered and held by free men, fairest and the best,Onward and upward, ever forward on and on,Hail to thee, the land of heroes, yours when dead and gone.Hail to thee! Land of heroes! It’s all yours when you’re dead and gone.The Afterlife!Hey! We know how to make life go on.The Afterlife!Death is not the end of this song.The Afterlife!Land of the rose and sunshine, land of summer’s breeze,Laden with health and vigor fresh from Western seas,Blessed by the blood of martyrs, land of the setting sun.Hail to thee, the land of promise, the end of our system.Hail to thee! Land of promise! Life at the end of our system!The Afterlife!Inside your own private kingdom.The Afterlife!Hey! Qui vit est impuissant!The Afterlife!It’s not a place you go, it’s a place that comes to you,And it’s not about who you know, or who is in your heart.It may come as a surprise, but you are not alone.All that you have is not what you own!
