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 romantic 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 attempting their mother's way You'll find a way to soldier on For those whose love evaporates I pray you find where you belong All the words I have repressed Are coming out today I guess It is justice not respect and avarice And that just leaves comtempt For you all Oh oh oh Yeah yeah Yeah I am just a simple man With simple expectations 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