You Have No Choice

We don't want to be gloomy chaps, let's lay it on the line,
perhaps when I go, I can be holding glass of chardonnay wine;
I don' want to be buried or burned now they say that I'm not fit
to be on this Earth - don't tell me that I'll know nothing about it.

George Harrison had his ashes scattered in the Ganges,
now where are the sharks in all these nice exotic seas?
maybe the Med will be okay, cold sea uncomplimentary,
float away, temporarily intact, better than worms inside me.

You christian zealots think that there's nothing to worry about,
does it occur to you that your finale is in considerable doubt?
no matter, if you're happy, then live in your fool's paradise,
no disrespect, you have no knowledge of all men and mice.

Here's the coup de grace - look at the title, it's not your voice,
dream on, I wish us all well but finally you have no choice.