1996

She was just seventeen
 Pious and pretty with a deadly disease
 And the weight of the world on her prosthetic shoulder
 
 And by the summer of '96
 Her body was cracked like porcelain
 Just like some Precious Moments collectible
 In a hospital gown and a big, bright golden halo
 And so three cheers for my morose and grieving pals
 And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up
 We've come too far to have to give it all up now
 We live lives that are rich and blessed
 And we'll burn for how we transgress
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 Now I've mastered the art
 Of the open-casket prayer and the singing guitar
 And I've found the rewards weren't half what I'd hoped for
 And meanwhile we all feigned hope and mirth
 As her parents went on and lied to her
 All about the success of the surgeries
 And how my ex-girlfriend was now sleeping with her fiancé
 And so three cheers for my morose and grieving pals
 And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up
 We've come too far to have to give it all up now
 We live lives that are rich and blessed
 And we'll burn for how we transgress
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 If there's any justice in heaven
 Then God won't let me in
 He'll lock the gates and take my weekend pass away
 With a sympathetic wave they'll see me off
 Reserve my golden crown while I am cursed to walk the earth for millennia
 I know I deserve worse but it terrifies me and I can't take it anymore
 And so three cheers for my morose and grieving pals
 And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up
 We've come too far to have to give it all up now
 We live lives that are rich and blessed
 And we'll burn for how we transgress