Take fucking million and ten

Don't cry for Crichton, his suffering is over

Cry for Dominique and his unfortunate mother

Cry for Nicola, of whom he was her brother

But don't cry for Crichton, it's over, don't bother

Don't cry for Jennifer, her pain is at an end

Cry for James and Sarah and her mother and her friends

Cry for... fuck it, ah, bastard

Don't cry for Crichton, his suffering is over

Cry for Dominique and his unfortunate mother

Cry for Nicola, of whom he was her brother

But don't cry for Crichton, it's over, don't bother

Don't cry for Jennifer, her pain is at an end

Cry for James and Sarah and her mother and her friends

Cry for her brother and his wife, who nursed her to the end

But the cancer's died when she died, so don't cry for Penn

You look in the mirror, your face is very sad

Those people who just died, you miss them pretty bad

Rub a little salt in any wounds that you might have

And have a cry for yourself, you'll feel better when you have

(We're counting on you)

People just die, they die all the fucking time

They die on the Northern in the circle and the Victoria line

They die in the cliffs and houses and in the sky (Explosions, car crash)

And we put 'em in the earth and forget about them for a long time (AIDS, cancer)

(Oh, my God, not another plane crash!)

There's no lyrics for this part of the song

Make up some yourself, or you can sing along

And make up the last ones, don't question you

Fuck you in the eye and your mother, and your mother, too

Yeah, fuck you... fuck you, Jennings

Fuck you, Jennings