Roll on thunder, shine on lightning. The days are long and the nights are frightening.
Nothing matters anyway, and that's the hell of it.
Winter comes and the winds blew colder. While some grew wiser, you just grew older
and you never listened anyway, and that's the hell of it.
Good for nothing, bad in bed, nobody likes you and you're better off dead.
Goodbye. We've all come to say goodbye (goodbye). Goodbye (goodbye)
Born defeated, died in vain super-destruction, you were hooked on pain.
And though your music lingers on, all of us are glad you're gone
If I could live my life half as worthlessly as you
I'm convinced that I'd wind up burning too.
ENDING : repeat this ad nauseam