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