Great mother of big apples it is a pretty
You're a bastard Mr. Death
And I wish you didn't have no look-in here.
I don't know how the rest of you feel,
But I feel drunk all the time
And I wish to hell we didn't have to die.
O you're a merry bastard Mr. Death
And I wish you didn't have no hand in this game
Because it's too damn beautiful for anybody to die.