The Darkest Of The Hillside Thickets - Cultists On Board lyrics

Cook was nearly deaf Was a sterling chef Though he did enjoy His drink He died how he lived With his whisk and sieve And his head inside The sink Tony was the mate He was 28 Was the finest friend I had Run through with a sword And tossed overboard Who is gonna tell His dad? It's no big surprise (it's no big surprise) Everybody dies (everybody dies) That's small consolation to me now (that's small consolation to me now) Chin up, bu*tercup (chin up, bu*tercup) When your number's up (when your number's up) Now my life is flashing (now my life is flashing) Right before my teary, world-weary eyes Steven, Kat, the rest Trapped inside the mess Won't go down without A fight Burning through the lock You're in for a shock When the petrol drums Ignite It's no big surprise (it's no big surprise) Everybody dies (everybody dies) Though this isn't quite the way that I thought I would go (the way that I thought I would go) Seems my number's up (seems my number's up) Why should I be different from the rest? (why should I be different from the rest) The deal's the same for everybody, everybody dies (everybody dies)