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 [bad word] 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 
 [bad word] out today I guess 
It's justice not respect I'm after 
And that just [bad word] 
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