All The Dead Kids

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