"Well you can hide a lot about yourself
But honey, what are you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin
But the past ain't through with you.
'Cause we are all a bunch of liars
Tell me baby, who do you wanna be?
'Cause we are all about to sell it
'Cause it's tragic with a capital "T"
Let it be, let it be, let it be!
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends
(Ba ba ba, ba ba ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends
(Ba ba ba, ba ba ba)
It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face
(Ba ba ba, ba ba ba)
Now you're walking away and I will die in this place
Sometimes you scrape and sink so low
I'm shocked at what you're capable of
And if this is a coronation
Then I ain't feeling the love
'Cause we are all a bunch of animals
That never paid attention in school
So tell me all about your problems
I was killing before killing was cool
You're so cool, you're so cool, so cool!"