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 Pro-active 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 way 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 is justice not respect I'm after And that just leaves contempt For you all Oh oh oh Yeah yeah Yeah
I am just a simple man With simple expectations 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 of about to cry We love you For those about to die We salute you For those of about to cry We love you
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