Ten men at the funeral queue The great cadaver they do view In the brain the blood clot Another ten their livers rot |:To be or not to be:|
A hundred revolution plot Change the world without a shot They dream of sweet revenge Another hundred round the bend |:To be or not to be :|
A thousand haven’t got a friend They’re lonely right until the end A thousand fires on the railway line A thousand bottles of red wine A hundred thousand nights divine A hundred thousand pearls and swines A million tears A million fears A million laughs A million cheers |:To be or not to be:|
If looks could kill a million spears A million get me out of here A billion heartbeats A billion breaths A billion pounds They all invest |:To be or not to be:|