I am here, right here
Where god puts none asunder
And you, in black dress and black shoe
You do invite me under
Go on, go there
You can see me aging
Stars turn, balls burn [bad word] kids are raging

Death to everyone is [bad word] 
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is [bad word] 
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la ...

Every terrible thing is a relief
Even months on end buried in grief
Are easy light times which have to end
With [bad word] of your death friend

Death to everyone is [bad word] 
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is [bad word] 
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la ...

So strap me on and raise me high
Cause buddy I'm not afraid to die
But life is long and it's tremendous
And we're glad that you're here with us
And since we know an end [bad word] 
It makes our living fun

Death to everyone is [bad word] 
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is [bad word] 
And it makes hosing much more fun

Death to me and death to you
Tell me what else can we do die do
Death to all and death to each
Our own god-bottle s'within reach

Death to everyone is [bad word] 
And it makes hosing much more fun