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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