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He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say
We'll miss him

So long
We wish you well
You told us how you weren't afraid to die, well then so long
Don't cry or feel too down
Not all martyrs see divinity but at least you tried

Standin' above the crowd
He had a voice that was strong and loud
We'll miss him [x2]
Ranting and pointing his finger at everything but his heart
We'll miss him [x2]
We're going to miss him [x2]

No way to recall what it was that you had said to me
Like I care at all

But it was so loud
You sure could yell
You took a stand on every little thing and so loud

Standin' above the crowd
He had a voice that was strong and loud and I swallowed his facade 'cause I'm so eager to identify with someone above the ground, someone who seemed to feel the same, someone prepared to lead the way, with someone who would die for me

Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you f**kin' lie

Don't you step out of line [x3]
Don't you f**kin' lie

You've claimed all this time that you would die for me
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?

He had a lot to say
He had a lota nothin' to say
[x2]

Come down, get off your f**kin' cross
We need the f**kin' space to nail the next fool, martyr

To ascend you must die
You must be crucified for our sins and our lies
Goodbye