Your Mother´s Gonna Die And You´ll Be Dressed in Deepest Black Your Children´s Gonna Die You Know They´re Never Coming Back It´s Such a Lack For Your Worthless Self And You Want Them Back So You Dream About the Summer They Where 12 Years Old We´re All Gonna Die Sha La-la-la-la-la-la-la Your Friend´s All Gonna Die You Hide Your Face and Shed a Tear You´re Sister´s Gonna Die And All You Feel Is Worthless Fear You Want Her Near But She´s Gone Forever And You Can´t Conquer The Pathetic Little Demons From Your Past Oh, What a Blast We´re All Gonna Die Sha La-la-la-la-la-la-la