Look at the coffin, with golden handles Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember, the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die.
Look at the flowers, all bloody wilted...
Look at the mourners, bloody great hypocrites..
Look at the preacher, bloody sanctimonious
Look at the widows, bloody great females...
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