Yacht. - The Afterlife

Land of the empire builders
Land of the Golden West
Conquered 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

Oooh, the Afterlife
We know how to make life go on
Oooh, the Afterlife
Death is not the end of this song
Oooh, the Afterlife

Land of the rose and sunshine
Land of summer's breeze
Laden with health and vigor
Fresh from the western sees

Blest by the blood of martyrs
Land of setting sun
Hail to thee, land of promise
The end of our system

Hail to thee!
Land of promise
Life at the end of our system

Oooh, the Afterlife
Inside your own private kingdom
Oooh, the Afterlife
Well, do you dump your soul
Oooh, the Afterlife

It's not a place you go
It's a place that comes for you
It's not about who you know
Or who's in your heart
It may come as a surprise
But you are not alone
All that you have is not what you own

Oooh, the Afterlife