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
