When my term is over,
when my race is run,
I'll get myself together and fly up to the
sun.
I'll swim the briny ocean and climb mountains high,
and the choir will sing me over.
We all should die, our
death is precious in his eyes.
It's a song that only the dead can sing,
only the dead can sing.
Our death is precious in his eyes.
Oh what a surprise.
AI, Americom,
bring us to our knees.
You know you're killing me, slowly by decrease.
You say better to rule a false flag
war than to share in peace and harmony.
Soon it will be over,
hell should die,
our death is precious in his eyes.
It's a song that only the dead can sing,
only the dead can sing.
Our death is precious in his eyes.
It's a song that only the dead can sing,
only the dead can sing.
Our death is precious in his eyes.
Oh what a surprise.
One might be the head,
and another might be the tail.
I might be a lion,
and you might be a snail.
We all fed together in one big blended family.
Now the dawn is breaking,
hell should die,
our death is precious in his eyes.
It's a song that only the dead can sing,
only the dead can sing.
Our death is precious in his eyes.
It's a song that only the dead can sing,
only the dead can sing.
Our death is precious in his eyes.
It's a song that only the dead can sing,
only the dead can sing.
Our death is precious in his eyes.
Oh what a surprise.