LOOK AT THE COFFIN
Look at the coffin bloody gold handles
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
CHORUS: Lets not have a sniffle lets have a bloody good cry.
And always remember the longer you live the sooner you bloody well die.
Look at the flowers all bloody withered.
Look at the mourners, bloody great hypocrites.
Look at the widow, bloody fat woman.
Look at the preacher, bloody sanctimonious.
Look at the choirboys, bloody young faggots.