I never cared to kow the way
That I would spend my final day
But if it's true what the psychics say
It's going to be a celebration
No more depression no more work
No TV reports of a crumbling earth
A wooden box and a hole in the dirt
That's going to be a celebration
Hey throw your hat in the air
All of your friends will soon be there
The wicked, the brave and the dumb
Now equal, safe and numb
You may scream and you may cry
When final fate looks you in the eye
There's no reprieve so why even try
It's going to be a celebration