What’s
that
I
hear
you
cry
Don’t
stand
at your
grave
and
weep
I
wouldn’t
piss
on it
If it
was on
fire
You
fucking
egotistical
creep
Just Saying
Focus
on what
you can
control
And
leave
behind
what
you
can’t
That
way
you’ll
find
Bob’s
your
uncle
And
Fanny
really
is your
Aunt
