It's morbid, but you'll always be waiting for the afterlife, which is probably why an organ and church bells play during the chorus. It doesn't matter what you soak your bread in because you're just passing the time.
Although I'm not sure if this part refers to the waiting or the pretending, "you can do it all the time" because you literally spend your life waiting for it to end. On the other hand, faking a good time at work in the morning paints a completely different image than vengefully waiting to die.
It's morbid, but you'll always be waiting for the afterlife, which is probably why an organ and church bells play during the chorus. It doesn't matter what you soak your bread in because you're just passing the time.
Although I'm not sure if this part refers to the waiting or the pretending, "you can do it all the time" because you literally spend your life waiting for it to end. On the other hand, faking a good time at work in the morning paints a completely different image than vengefully waiting to die.
...Or does it?