Everybody loves you when you're fucking dead
Could be a needle in the arm or a bullet in the head
But some things are certain when it's your time to go
Your sins will be forgiven by everyone you know
But some things are certain when it's your time to go
All your lies and secrets get buried in the snow
Everybody loves you when you're fucking dead
Hashish eaters, Buddhists and men of war bleed radioactive red
But some things are certain when it's your time to go
Nothing really matters when you're six feet down below
But some things are certain when it's your time to go
There's no one left in heaven and hell is just a hoax
Come back, Dee Dee Ramone
Come back, Jeffrey Lee Pierce
Come back, Frankie Venom
Come back, Lux Interior
Come back, Darby Crash
Come back, Johnny Thunders
Come back, Sid Vicious
Come back, Joe Strummer
We need you now
