All the Dead Kids

One, two, three, four

I can't tell you why your children are dying

But I can offer you my sympathy

And I can't show you where your children are buried

'Cause they're not

They're not buried anymore

You can shout it from the roof-tops

You'll be preaching to the choir

And you better get started on this funeral pyre

And I wish I could cry tears of blood, but I can't

My body just isn't built that way

And I hope all this suffering amounts to one good fucking thing

But it won't, because we can't see that far

You can shout it from the roof-tops

You'll be preaching to the choir

And you better get started on this funeral pyre

And one day I will truly set myself on fire

So you can see how dim my light is

So you can see how dim is my light!