For those about to die, we salute you
For those 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 that 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 contempt for you all
I am just a simple man
With simple expectations
With deep regrets, they're seldom met
Godspeed, my generation
And with Crowley on my heart
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

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