Letras
People love to watch you die and wander for the tale
People you have never met claim to know you well
People love to watch you die, dig your dignity
One guy said he's better dead than how he used to be
They'll sell the souvenirs
And the relics of your tears
They build a little shrine
Wait until it shines
They love to watch you die
And you know why
People love to watch you die, it gets them sexually
Then they smoke a cigarette and make a cup of tea
People love to watch you fry, they love to throw the switch
They'll either have you crucified or burn you as a witch
They send bouquets of flowers
And then stare at space for hours
They build a little shrine
Wait until it shines
They love to watch you die
And you know why
People love to watch you die, then give your family hell
They call it grief, but it's just a
Relief, and they know that full well
People love to watch you drown, the symbol's what they need
They'd rather not see you at all than watch your hair recede
And just to watch your pain
They bring you back to life again
They build a little shrine
Sing you Auld Lang Syne
They love to watch you die
And you know why