When you take your last and final gasp
In the very spot that you last sat
And they empty your pockets of all you have
I wonder what they'll find

Will it be a lot of fluff and lint
Meaningless stuff on what you spent
Your hard earned dime, your last good cent
What will you leave behind

Is that how they will remember you
The pocket stuff that they pick through
How much will stand in the truth
And how much will be lies

Think about it now before you drop
With what will you fill your pockets up
Will it be more than enough
To get you to the other side
When you leave all this behind