Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

The rich get richer and the poor get bitter

It's a curse just to be alive

If we burn enough furniture to live through the winter

I want to have a better place to die

Chorus

I want a better place to die in a battlefield to fight in

A bigger hole to hide in and commit suicide in

I'd be feeling much better if we all came together

And made the world a better place to die

Verse 2

If Jesus comes back as some do say

I'd ask what do you decide

To die on the cross or by the ultraviolet rays

Which is the better way to die

Verse 3

You can burn your credit cards and not pay your tax

But the mark of the beast is the sign

You're branded at the grocery when you cash personal checks

And stamp your thumbprint on the line

Verse 4

I'm gonna take my tribe outside this system

Head out west and hide

Except for radiation and alien abductions

I hear Nevada is nice

Verse 5

When I'm in the nursing home eating steak with a spoon

And my only visitors are flies

I hope my kids are living on the moon

Assuming it's a better place to die