Will the new dress fit you like a lie?

It doesn’t matter if you seem depraved
It doesn’t matter how you roll your eyes
One fine day you’ll be in your own grave

What about the millions we have saved
Will God judge us with an eye still wry?
It doesn’t matter if you feel deprived

When you’re dead, you need  no bedded cave
No longer in deep sorrow will you cry
One  dark day, you’ll be in your own grave

Will it matter how much time we’ve saved?
Will the new dress fit you like a lie?
Noone else is worried   or dismayed

Don’t just stand there, get your eyebrows razed
Then wonder why the  midges  love the flies
One fine day we’ll share our bed with knaves

Is being human now an alibi?
What’s the crime and does God never lie?
It doesn’t matter if  the end’s delayed
One fine day we’ll   have our name engraved