For those about to die we salute you For those of about to cry we love you For those of us who live in fear Of Happy Christmas and New Year I raise a toast to you
And if it hurts to be so blind Why don't you try being kind
They've decided to become a Little more proactive Creep upon you while you sleep And make you less attractive
Born without a spine Why don't you try being kind
For those out drinking at their mother's wake You'll find a way to soldier on For those whose love evaporates I pray you'll find where you belong
Oh the words I have repressed Are coming out today I guess It's justice not respect I'm after And that just leaves comtempt For you all
I am just a simple man With simple expectations With deep regrets they're seldom met God speed my generation
And with Crowley on my mind I should try being kind
For those about to die we salute you For those about to cry we love you
For those about to die we salute you For those about to cry we love you