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[G]Look at the coffin, with silver[C] handles
Isn't it[G] grand, boys, to be bloody well[D] dead?
[Chorus]
[G]Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a[C] bloody good [G]cry
And always re[C]member, the[G] longer you live
The[D]
sooner you'll bloody well[G] die.
Look at the widow, bloody great woman...
Look at the mourners, bloody great
hypocrites..
Look at the preacher, bloody well sanctified...
Look at the choir boys, bloody young faggots...
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