She was just 17
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 trans
gress
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 fiance
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
If there's any justice in heaven
Than God won't let me in
He'll lock the gates and take my week
end pass away
With a sympathetic wave
they'll see me off
Reserve my golden crown while I am
cursed to walk the earth for millenia
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