Jesus, it’s beautiful!
Great mother of big apples, it is a pretty
You’re a bastard, Mr. Death,
And I wish you didn’t have no look-in here.
I don’t know how the rest of you feel,
But I feel drunk all the time
And I wish to hell we didn’t have to die.
Oh, you’re a nervy bastard, Mr. Death,
And I wish you didn’t have no hand in this game
Because it’s too damn beautiful for anybody to die.