People love to watch you die People you have never met People love to watch you die One guy said 'he's better dead They'll sell the souvenirs And the relics of your tears They build a little shrine, wait until it shines They love to watch you die and you know why
People love to watch you die And then they smoke a cigarette People love to watch you fry They love to throw the switch They'll either have you crucified They send bouquets of flowers And then stare at space for hours They build a little shrine, wait until it shines They love to watch you die and you know why
People love to watch you die Then give your family hell They call it grief but it's just a relief And they know that full well People love to watch you drown The symbol's what they need They'd rather not see you at all Than watch your hair recede And just to watch your pain They'd bring you back to life again They build a little shrine, sing you Auld Lang Syne They love to watch you die and you know why More from John Wesley Harding