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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 dont you try being kind
They decided to become
A little more pro-active
Creep up on you while you sleep
I'll make you less attractive
Born without a spine
Why dont you try being kind
For those out drinking with their mother's way
You'll find a way to soldier on
For those whose love evaporates
I pray youll find where you belong
All the words I have repressed
Are coming out today I guess
Its justice not respect Im after
And that just leaves contempt
For you all
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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 of about to cry we love you
For those about to die we salute you
For those of about to cry we love you