Mori con Sanz

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 decided to become A little more pro-active Creep up on 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 All the words I have repressed Are coming out today I guess It’s justice not respect I’m afterAnd 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.