They might be... zippers?

[iabervon]

In the afterlife
You could be headed for the serious strife
Now you wear the gold lame
But tomorrow there'll be purple toupee

People listen to a story from camp
I mean about some Selma tramp
I used to wonder LBJ what was for
But it turned out he could wax the floor

When you feel down
It'll turn your brain around
Now you wear the gold lame
But tomorrow there'll be purple toupee

This was a place where books were kept
A gun was fired, and a Cuban wept
There was another item in this list
But if I mumble it'll never be missed

When you feel down
It'll turn your brain around
Now you make the scene all day
But tomorrow there'll be hell to pay

Hell to pay!

(Tune change)

Hell to pay!

Hell to pay on the last day when teeth and bones are ground
Hell to pay when cakes are passed around
Hell to pay and skin to flay will crush your fortunes down
Hell to pay and skin to flay

Hell to pay and you're there to stay
Your beauty and talent have gone away
Fame and money have left you in the grave

(Instrumental)

We're on some kind of mission
We can spell damnation
You're gonna have to pay