Nothing to do to save his life;
Call his wife in.
Nothing to say but "That's the breaks;
Can't always win."
Nothing to do but try to sue.
I've got nothing to say but "What a day!"
Good mourning, good mourning, good mourning!

Don't want to go to services;
Feeling low down.
Bending forward over his stone;
Tearing your gown.

Everywhere you look
There 're people crying!
All your relatives
Are months from dying!
Everyone you know
Has days to go!
And at the fune-ral those
Still living show!

After a while you start to smile;
Now you feel cool.
Answer the phone...your neighbor's son
Drowned in their pool.
Nothing has changed...it's still insane.
I've got nothing to say but "Play the game."
Good mourning, good mourning, good mourning!

{instrumental break}

She went to Miami to get browned!
Stayed out far too long...she's in the ground!
Everyone you see's cut up from blades!
Finally catch your breath...a friend has A.I.D.S.!

Somebody needs to know the time
And of what year.
Counting the days and wondering
How she's still here.
No place to go...something to throw.
I've got something to say: "Try winning fame."
Good mourning, good mourning, good! {Repeat several times and fade to city street noises and ambulance sirens, then to a pulse flat-line sound.}