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SOA Lyrics"Isn't It Grand?"Traditional |
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SOA Lyrics"Isn't It Grand?"Traditional |
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Look at the coffin, with silver handles Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead? Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry And always remember, the longer you live The sooner you'll bloody well die. Look at the widow, bloody great woman... Look at the mourners, bloody great hypocrites.. Look at the preacher, bloody well sanctified... Look at the choir boys, bloody castrati... Look at the flowers, bloody well wilted…